pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-10-09 08:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam, jazz, ota |
Duo-Pup, Evening, OTA/MW
Toward the back of the queue for the Mocha stood Adam, hands in his pockets and a vaguely sleepy expression on his face.
The line inched forward and he yawned before shuffling a few steps closer to the counter. He rolled his head against his shoulders tiredly and inhaled a deep breath, wondering if he could get a contact buzz just from the coffee-scented air.
He was so looking forward to being able to sleep in tomorrow.
~.~
For the first time since the incident Jazz was out and about in the Manor. Her face had finally healed enough for her to cover most of them with a little extra makeup and she took advantage of it, stopping in the mailroom on her way home from classes (and she was a little early today because no power on Earth could get her to go to her dance class yet) to collect her mail, which had been piling up.
She stood at the sorting counter, shifting the important mail into piles by category - bills, personal, pleasure - and tossing junk into the trash. Nearby a pumpkin spice muffin from the Mocha sat open and half-eaten on its wrapper and every once and while she paused to pick at it while shooting considering glances at the tee-shirts someone had left behind.