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failureisntachoice) wrote2015-09-11 12:57 pm
failureisntachoice) wrote2015-09-11 12:57 pm
Tadashi would be the preferred one, I haven't worked with Hiro before. I mentioned the name to Aral already since they work at the same place.
Yeah, I've met her. She's a good woman. Next time we have a staff meeting, you should get her to cater.
I'll be expecting it next time.
Anything else I need to know before I start my first day as an armswoman?
Anything else I need to know before I start my first day as an armswoman?
[The shift to official Armswoman of the Vorkosigan House happened without much fanfare. Nothing had been said between Tex and Aral, merely a simple nod passed between them the next time they had met after everyone had returned to 'normal.'
As such, this first night, as Miles is sleeping off the aftereffects of the anesthesia, Aral sends a polite knock across the link, rather than bother with that damned keyboard.
Your watch, Allison.]
As such, this first night, as Miles is sleeping off the aftereffects of the anesthesia, Aral sends a polite knock across the link, rather than bother with that damned keyboard.
Your watch, Allison.]
[ The transition had happened seamlessly and her new paycheck had reaffirmed her decision even if it meant being on call more. At least surface-wise. That strange feeling that she finally had a real place she belonged to, one she had been missing for a while in her life now, was bundled neatly somewhere she wasn't touching. Not right now. There were other priorities.
Such as making sure Miles didn't get himself killed by the damn devil he pissed off while he recovered from his long-overdue surgery. The knock doesn't surprise her and she's not far as she switches direction to head back towards them.
I'm on my way. How's he doing? ]
Such as making sure Miles didn't get himself killed by the damn devil he pissed off while he recovered from his long-overdue surgery. The knock doesn't surprise her and she's not far as she switches direction to head back towards them.
I'm on my way. How's he doing? ]
[ Miles hesitates. Then, over the link, he gently unfolds a shy sense of fondness and joy and gratitude. And pride as well - for all that he would have preferred his younger self not have done something so important on a whim, he can't argue with the results. ]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[ Her surprise is evident at that slow wave of emotion. Was it really that simple? She's smiling despite herself and while she's not sending anything over their connection, she's keeping it open and strong rather than pulling away. ]
You don't need to.
You don't need to.
[ She doesn't intend to keep it open, not unless he comes knocking or it becomes a necessity, but the occasional low-level burst doesn't hurt. At least then she can make sure he's still up and moving when she's not there. ]
I'll see you at work tomorrow.
I'll see you at work tomorrow.
[There's a rumble of amusement over the faint exhaustion.
Well enough to have been a terror. He's sleeping now.]
Well enough to have been a terror. He's sleeping now.]
[ There's a light snicker that accompanies her response. At least her shift sounds like it's going to be an easy one.
Is that what it takes to knock him out? Too bad that isn't a good everyday solution. ]
Is that what it takes to knock him out? Too bad that isn't a good everyday solution. ]
[Oh, you hardly need to go so far. I seem to recall a sip of brandy could do the same.]
[ Only a sip? I didn't realize he was that much of a lightweight. ]
[I'd make it a good sip.
There is certain information that any armsman of the Vorkosigan House should know. The least offensive ways to halt a lord taken with a particularly bad idea is one of them.]
There is certain information that any armsman of the Vorkosigan House should know. The least offensive ways to halt a lord taken with a particularly bad idea is one of them.]
[ Does he know he's given sips to cool his heels?
Either way, she's going to start keeping a flask on her. ]
Either way, she's going to start keeping a flask on her. ]
[When I remember? Not at all. He believed he was getting one up on us most of the time. By now, yes, quite likely so.
There's a brief flash of a 5 year old child who hadn't slept in two days straight, too stubborn and clever for his own good... being told that he absolutely could NOT have anything the Armsmen were drinking. The clouded "OH YEAH????" on his small features at the phrase "It's for adults."]
There's a brief flash of a 5 year old child who hadn't slept in two days straight, too stubborn and clever for his own good... being told that he absolutely could NOT have anything the Armsmen were drinking. The clouded "OH YEAH????" on his small features at the phrase "It's for adults."]
[ Light laughter comes across the link. Yeah, that little scene hardly surprises her. He was just as energetic as a child as he was as an adult.
So he's always had trouble sleeping? ]
So he's always had trouble sleeping? ]
[Just so. That is a bit more muted, a bit more narrow, but the whys of that were both hardly a pleasant conversation... and he couldn't quite fish all of those memories... were they still memories from the future? Precognition? This damn place. (An irrational sting of irritation crosses.)]
[ That causes a small bit of alarm. She quickens her pace.
Something happening over there? ]
Something happening over there? ]
[There's surprise and then the link narrows, the emotional feedback vanishing. My apologies. No. It's merely late.]
[ It's fine. You could have texted me instead.
Especially if he's worried about unwanted feedback slipping through the link. ]
Especially if he's worried about unwanted feedback slipping through the link. ]
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