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Alex Millar ([personal profile] unlaces) wrote2013-03-20 05:23 pm
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With the radio turned up so loud

Tom had brought home biscuits. He'd left the package open on the coffee table then wandered off to where ever it was Tom went. Alex was flopped on the couch, laid out in a way that probably looked uncomfortable but happened to be exceedingly comfortable at the moment. Despite the fact that she was comfortable, she looked a bit miserable and she was staring the biscuits down as if they were the entire reason for her misery.

Pro tip: They were.

Alex missed food. She missed eating and kissing and dancing until she was breathless. She missed changing clothes. She missed wiggling her toes in the grass. For fucks sake, she even missed stepping barefoot on her little brother's toys, hopping around on one leg and screaming fuck at the top of her lungs because those toys were made to put a person in agony when one stepped on them.

She heard Hal come in the room, but she deigned, instead, to continue glaring at the biscuits and quietly mourning the loss of all the things she missed.

Not to worry. It wasn't likely she'd stay quiet about it (or anything else) for long.
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[personal profile] notkiaora 2013-03-24 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I daren't ask him," he told her, "he'll only say I'm accusing him of being the origin. Again. Really, I'm learning that sometimes it's just better not to ask."

It could be hard to handle that sad puppy look that Tom so often wore when he thought he'd let someone down, or let himself down. He wanted to help Tom, but he didn't want to belittle him. It was a balance he found hard to strike at times.

"Tag along with us," he echoed back as confirmation. "And if you're lucky, I'll even show you my new filing system. Really, I'm rather proud of it."

With most people, that statement might be a joke, but sadly? With Hal? It was anything but, and he really was quite proud of it.
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[personal profile] notkiaora 2013-03-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah you may mock," he said, aware of the fact she really wasn't, "but everything has its place. The world works better with order, and order starts with the smallest of things. If a hotel is to thrive then order is required. I don't intend for a moment to let that slide. And nor should you."

It may have seemed over the top, but he needed it, he needed every moment of it. It was what kept him in control, and what kept others safe. Especially now, especially lately when he felt him closer to the surface.
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[personal profile] notkiaora 2013-03-26 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a brief raise of his eyebrow at her words. Were he a man more inclined towards making a salacious comment, then it would have most certainly been the time to do so.

As it happened, he did not. (But that didn't necessarily mean it didn't pass his mind by entirely).

"Indeed," he said, with the smallest clearing of his throat.

He was thoughtful for a moment then, something in his mind before the words were spoken.

"It's good," he told her. "I think. The Hotel. Exactly what we all needed at exactly the right time. We'd all be fools if we didn't take advantage of that."