[the oldest shoe pun in the book and he gets it. Bel loves him so so so much.<3333]
Couldn't get out of 'em fast enough. [eyebrow waggle and all.~ swings down onto the couch beside Miles, bracketing him comfortably between themself and the paperwork as they lean forward and tip the boots slightly to see inside.] Should we be worried about it giving something back? [meaning the Ingress.] You'd think it was trying to butter us up for something.
[Miles, though... he looks even worse in person than over the MID, the drawn, gray face an unsettling reminder of those last few days at Tau Verde before that hidden ulcer had nearly killed him. little shows on Bel's face but the habitual irony of bearing witness -- a frontal assault is only trouble when he's this way -- but the why of it is still elusive. they're not at war, the ship's as secure as it can be... these administrative activities don't deserve to break him down. why, Miles?]
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Couldn't get out of 'em fast enough. [eyebrow waggle and all.~ swings down onto the couch beside Miles, bracketing him comfortably between themself and the paperwork as they lean forward and tip the boots slightly to see inside.] Should we be worried about it giving something back? [meaning the Ingress.] You'd think it was trying to butter us up for something.
[Miles, though... he looks even worse in person than over the MID, the drawn, gray face an unsettling reminder of those last few days at Tau Verde before that hidden ulcer had nearly killed him. little shows on Bel's face but the habitual irony of bearing witness -- a frontal assault is only trouble when he's this way -- but the why of it is still elusive. they're not at war, the ship's as secure as it can be... these administrative activities don't deserve to break him down. why, Miles?]