Ensign Dawson Walking Bear (whiskeybravo) wrote in wheretheboldgo, @ 2011-07-03 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawson walking bear |
Who: Dawson W.B.
When: 2259.185 [06/04] -- well into beta shift
Where: U.S.S. Enterprise → Deck 6: Officer's Mess
What: W.B. takes his breakfast in the corner of the mess at the end of dinner service.
Rating: G
W.B. told himself he wasn't avoiding Angela-- because he wasn't! There was no reason to avoid her. They'd just danced on some stupid planet and, okay, so those people seemed to think it meant they were married but no one else did, so it was fine. Yeah. It was totally fine. No harm, no foul. Everything was, for all intents and purposes, back to normal.
And if he'd been keeping to his quarters more or taking meals privately or at the hours furthest from her duty shift, well... whatever. He had his reasons and they didn't have to be about her! They were just-- escaping him in that moment. Yeah. But they were there and totally legitimate. Right.
Poking unenthusiastically at whatever it was he'd grabbed (bleary eyed did not always make for the best culinary choices), W.B. let his brain zone out. He was going on shift in a few hours and anyone he might not want to see was probably asleep, so maybe he should visit the gym? Or something. He was getting tired of the walls in his shared quarters.