Ashraf Salib (
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Date & Time: 6/30
Location: Room 106
Characters: Morgana & Ashraf
Summary: ashraf drops by to offer coffee to a lady he's pretty sure hates him, whom he hasn't seen in like 3 months. always an excellent plan.
Warnings: n/a!
[ He hasn't seen her since he got here. It's possible, he supposes, that the Initiative's records are out of date, and she isn't around anymore. It had been easy enough to charm her room number out of some poor bookkeeper, but wouldn't that be just fitting if she wasn't even there anymore? He's tried not to make it a habit, letting people slip away from him, but sometimes it's impossible to avoid.
Well, with luck, morbid thoughts like that won't have any place here. He shuffles both warm paper cups to one side (one in hand, the other tucked between rain-damp sleeve and rain-damp robe-front), and knocks with the hand that's been freed up.
With a little more luck, she likes coffee. ]
Location: Room 106
Characters: Morgana & Ashraf
Summary: ashraf drops by to offer coffee to a lady he's pretty sure hates him, whom he hasn't seen in like 3 months. always an excellent plan.
Warnings: n/a!
[ He hasn't seen her since he got here. It's possible, he supposes, that the Initiative's records are out of date, and she isn't around anymore. It had been easy enough to charm her room number out of some poor bookkeeper, but wouldn't that be just fitting if she wasn't even there anymore? He's tried not to make it a habit, letting people slip away from him, but sometimes it's impossible to avoid.
Well, with luck, morbid thoughts like that won't have any place here. He shuffles both warm paper cups to one side (one in hand, the other tucked between rain-damp sleeve and rain-damp robe-front), and knocks with the hand that's been freed up.
With a little more luck, she likes coffee. ]
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There is a knife in her hand when she reaches the door, fingers hesitating before she finally opens it part way concealing the blade. ]
You. [ Not at all who she had expected. ]
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behold: the most belated tag in the world
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