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[eiattu_pride]

Do you know what's boring?

TRACC is boring. And by TRACC, Rial means the interplanetary Trade Relations And Commerce Conference, held annually and basically an excuse for a bunch of stuffy old people to sit around and brag about how rich they are over tiny biscuits and fine brandy. Rial, drinking a lomin ale and telling amusing tales about his wife shooting things during crucial diplomatic moments, has a sneaking feeling that he doesn't exactly belong.

He's also, possibly, exceedingly proud of this fact.

Proud or not, though, it means that the whole thing (a whole week long, ughhhh) is exceptionally boring and by the time he's stepping cheerfully through the corridors of his own familiar palace, where the servants smile and greet him, he's so ready to be home. So very ready, small child and slightly volatile wife noTwithstanding.

He doesn't even bother with a knock, just goes straight in and chucks his bag in the vague direction of the couch, already looking around for Plourr.

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[fighting_mad]

It would be utterly ridiculous if he knocked. It's their apartment, in their palace, on their planet.

There is no Plourr rising from the sofa to make snarky comments, though, or to tell him he missed enormous developmental milestones of Ianna's just to see the look on his face; no baby wailing her heart out.

No, the apartments are dark and quiet, the appliances humming softly in the kitchen and the muted holoprojector still playing a Rodian comedy.

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