River Tam (
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milliways_bar2006-11-30 02:12 am
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River is tucked under a booth, legs crossed and elbows resting on the floor. There's a notebook in front of her, and a handful of colored pens. She's scribbling in a tangled mixture of Chinese and English and diagrams; she never manages to fill a page before she slashes the work out with a frustrated jerk of the pen, and turns angrily to a new page.
She's been through a number of pages by now, apparently to no avail.
[OOC: Sorry for earlier post-and-delete -- mun was called away from the computer right after posting. Back now, though. :)]
She's been through a number of pages by now, apparently to no avail.
[OOC: Sorry for earlier post-and-delete -- mun was called away from the computer right after posting. Back now, though. :)]
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And then, fingers clenched against her coat, nods a little.
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"I'll be around."
Pause.
"More so than usual. And not...functionally. You know what I mean."
"Thanks."
His hand is gone.
His face is gone.
And then the engineer boots are gone, and the footsteps go away.
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But not, for now, at the blank notebook page in front of her.
Her eyes are damp.