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captainryan) wrote2009-05-25 10:50 pm
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The bed's made and Richard's relaxed on it, one hand tucked behind his head as he watches River finish getting dressed. The other hand is hanging off the side of the mattress, scritching Damocles' head.
"So CAL makes a copy of your data every time you return to the Library, and if something happens, she can restore you from that, correct?"
"So CAL makes a copy of your data every time you return to the Library, and if something happens, she can restore you from that, correct?"
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There's nothing like trusting someone you trained yourself to watch your back.
"You know that's an excuse for me to train you harder, yes?"
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She gives him a squeeze in anticipation of the rumble she knows is coming next.
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"I also use guns, swords, and my own two fists."
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"Tell you what. You train my fists, and I'll exercise your clever little brain meats. Then we'll both be amply prepared to face whatever the universe throws at us, hmm?"
She leans her head back to look up at him.
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He has nothing against the diplomatic approach. It's just that by the time he's been called in, it's already been tried and failed.
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River's of the opinion that most people who have 'tried and failed' didn't try hard enough in the first place.
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"For instance, you seem rather talented at it."
He doesn't mind being the brawn on their team.
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"System redundancy, love. It's never a bad idea."
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The sun is almost set, but she's enjoying the warmth of his embrace too much to want to move just yet.
"Tell me about the night, through your wolf senses?"
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He pauses.
"There's a lot of things I don't recognize. I've only had senses this impressive for three years and the bar, while varied, misses things."
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She hears Damocles come padding back to them across the sand, hears his breathing and can infer the happy canine grin on his face. She certainly doesn't need any translation for the bump across her knees.
She rests her head against Richard's shoulder, breathing him in, more than content to stand here, listening to the waves as the night enfolds them.
Love you, Wolf.
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I love you, too, River! And you, sir!
Yes, Damocles, you too.
Silly needy puppies.