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[eiattu_pride]

Rial's been working steadily since Plourr left. The work is hard, but he's making some decent headway by now.

Still, he needs a break. And is half-dozing on the couch, empty cup of caf by his fingers, when the call comes.







"...'lo?"

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[fighting_mad]

Rial didn't marry a stupid woman; she is not buying that.

"Rial--"

But she doesn't know how the fuck to continue.

[eiattu_pride]

"No. Just forget it."

Gets, up to retrieve the datapad, angry at himself and her and at something that he can't fathom.

"Forget it."

[fighting_mad]

"I--"

Another thump from the corridor, and this time, the door opens and Feylis Ardele steps in, out of the holo's range of vision.

"Hey, Pl--" The blonde pilot sees the holo. "I can go back out if you need more time."

Plourr glances over, shaking her head. "I don't want to kick you out of our quarters." It's late; the other woman probably just wants to sleep.

Unfortunately, this means that the only truly private place onboard the capital ship is now occupied.

She looks back to the unit, quiet. "I should go."

[eiattu_pride]

"Yeah."

Sighs.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Have fun."

[fighting_mad]

"Sorry," she says, very softly. And maybe it means something that she knows that Feylis (who shifts uncomfortably, standing off to the side) is there, and she says it anyway. And maybe it doesn't.

"Bye." She flicks it off. Feylis doesn't ask, shooting her a sympathetic look and sitting down on her own bunk, and Plourr doesn't offer any information.

Godfuckingdamnit.