Editing Marco Domici: Strong Arm
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Marco woke quickly but lounged for just a moment. The sheets were clean, he was clean, and the smell of coffee filled his room. It took his mind a couple extra moments to remember that he wasn't back in the barracks, coffee scents don't just walk down the stairwell. | Marco woke quickly but lounged for just a moment. The sheets were clean, he was clean, and the smell of coffee filled his room. It took his mind a couple extra moments to remember that he wasn't back in the barracks, coffee scents don't just walk down the stairwell. | ||
β | He opened one eye and saw the cup on the table. Hot. fresh. Marco sat up and sipped. Okay, it was very hot. The latch on his door flipped and Tala walked in. She was in some more of her sort of new clothes. Sleeves rolled up, broom and dustpan in hand, she paused when she saw him. | + | He opened one eye and saw the cup on the table. Hot. fresh. Marco sat up and sipped. Okay, it was very hot. The latch on his door flipped and Tala walked in. She was in some more of her sort of new clothes. Sleeves rolled up, broom and dustpan in hand, she looked paused when she saw him. |
"They said you liked coffee." She said, half statement, half question. "I forgot to ask if you wanted anything in it." | "They said you liked coffee." She said, half statement, half question. "I forgot to ask if you wanted anything in it." |