[identity profile] ritz-bellhop.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] spaceport_weini
Stretching like an oversized cat, Duncan lets himself drop on the bed in his shabby little bellhop room.

Great mother of Jupiter swinging a hula hoop and walking through jello - it's great to have an hour off. If that wretch Gray had his way, my lunch hour would be twelve minutes long. And of COURSE he takes a three hour lunch every day. Ha. Takes him two and a half hours at LEAST to convince that gir-er, woman he's seeing to give him a nooner, so I guess the guy needs the extra time.

Now, what would make this a perfect break would be to have a nice warm body tap on my door, preferably holding a bottle of something wet and alcohol-laden.

Duncan proceeds to stare at the door, mentally willing it to produce a knocking noise.

Date: 2004-02-08 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
Uruviel knocks on the door, holding a foil wrapped plate of cookies. "Duncan?"

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Date: 2004-02-08 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
Uruviel averts her eyes with a blush, but smiles just the same, stepping inside. "I brought you some cookies. Arthur and I made more than we, or actually, anyone, can eat." Offering the plate, she smiles again. "I hope you like chocolate chip."

Date: 2004-02-11 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
Uruviel smiles, as usual unaware of just how the expression enhances her. "I like it here very much! It's different than anything at home, and I did leave Lothlorien in order to explore. I never thought I would go out among the stars themselves, but it's fascinating nonetheless. You're very lucky, you know. You live in such an amazing place."

Date: 2004-02-13 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
"An asteriod?" The longer his story gets, the more she smiles, amused by both the tale and her own imaginings. "That sounds very different than here as well."

Date: 2004-02-17 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
Uruviel grins, patting his arm. "Your secret is safe with me."

Taking a cookie for herself, she chews thoughtfully for a moment. "I understand about leaving your home, even if it isn't as cramped. I lived in Lothlorien for centuries before I left, and while there were plants and quiet spaces, the same places can begin to wear on one."

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