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fewer_explosions) wrote2013-04-03 01:21 pm
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Room 303, Wednesday Afternoon
Most people spent this week exercising, taking showers, or, ahem, engaging in other activities. Liara? Liara was just doing what she always did, with about ten times as much focus. It was hardly new for her to channel emotion into learning, and if that learning was especially dedicated this week... it could be a lot worse.
Right now she had several books scattered around the room - a couple on the theorized workings of the multiverse, a couple about human history, a couple about human archaeological findings, one particularly engrossing tome about the architectural roots of this island. She had already read most of them, but there were still several left. And so she sat there on her bed, bent over the book in her lap, scrutinizing each word with intense focus.
All in all, she was not much different this week than she had been the last, or the one before that.
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Right now she had several books scattered around the room - a couple on the theorized workings of the multiverse, a couple about human history, a couple about human archaeological findings, one particularly engrossing tome about the architectural roots of this island. She had already read most of them, but there were still several left. And so she sat there on her bed, bent over the book in her lap, scrutinizing each word with intense focus.
All in all, she was not much different this week than she had been the last, or the one before that.
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She was pretty quick to add, "It's pretty annoying, right?"
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See, if they'd both shared that, then it wasn't so bad, right?
Except for Karolina blushing a bit as she let out an embarrassed laugh, but. That happened a lot this week.
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Probably not, right?
So she was going to resist the urge to outwardly flail and just awkwardly played with a strand of hair. "Oh, um..."
Those were not really words, Kar.
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Okay. So. She'd said that.
Oh God.
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Well.
"You know that while my species closely resembles human females in some ways, I am not actually a girl?"
Argh. Sorry! Argh. Goddess, why was that the first thing out of her mouth?!
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And she'd said 'girls and you', so, there had almost been a distinction there?
She hadn't met Xavin yet. That would've helped.
"A... pretty girl."
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Eventually all sides of her mind found some middle ground.
"In that case," she said, "I should tell you I think you are interesting and a very pretty girl, regardless of whether or not you are wearing your guise."
She was mildly impressed with her ability to be articulate.
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"Oh," she said. "Um... Thank you."
Apparently someone had to say it.
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"You're welcome," Liara said earnestly, because honestly, she was only almost 46, she had no real idea what she was doing.
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"So..."
She fiddled with her hair some more.
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Karolina was just glad to have something to do that wasn't awkwarding. Not that sitting down would necessarily stop her from doing that.
As was probably going to become evident soon enough after she plopped herself down. On the edge of Liara's bed.
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Liara waffled for a few long moments before scooting several inches further in Karolina's direction on the bed.
"Are you all right?"
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Which was probably why she was kind of looking at her hands right now.
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And then sliding a tentative blue one of her own over to settle on top of one of those hands. She'd seen that on the TV, and... it felt appropriate and Goddess, she should read more about current day human habits.
"Yes, the island thing is... worrying."
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Although it was a touch, and okay, her mind seemed to want to think about other ways of touching, and wow, it was almost surprising she didn't blush.
"Well, mostly it's just... distracting."
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She was trying to make a silly joke about herself here. Please bear with her.
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A few months ago and she wouldn't have been able to handle that joke. Progress.
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"Good," she chuckled, nodding. "Otherwise things would be a little weird."
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