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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look who it is. Not bustling, not running around, not talking. Just quietly there.]

[He's been scarce on the Plane lately, his current situation making him anything but social. As it is, he's here now, staring at the post he has on the Plane, waiting for a promised letter. Feel free to interrupt.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[stomach rumbles]

Hm.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[she smirks at him] Hungry much?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. I don't think I even remembered to bring a banana this time around.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Well, you could always get something from the kitchen. [a bit of a pause] Or we could, you know, go somewhere to eat.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not yet.

Waiting for something.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[she folds her arms over her chest] For what?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[nods to the post box] A letter.