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| He smiled, and took her hand. Tala was fully free. | | He smiled, and took her hand. Tala was fully free. |
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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.
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− | 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.
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− | "They said you liked coffee." She said, half statement, half question. "I forgot to ask if you wanted anything in it."
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− | "Nyah. I just swirl my finger in it a little and it sweetens right up."
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− | Tala rolled her eyes. "I gotta sweep up the rooms before I head out with Jillia. She promised to teach me to shoot today."
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− | "It usually takes more than a day." Marco replied. "But you may get it faster than I did. Jillia is a good shot."
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− | "Are you sweet on her?" Tala asked, then looked away.
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− | Marco watched her for a minute. "Depends on what you mean. Is she attractive, sure. Am I liable to cross her battle hardened ex-sniper father for a little bit of adventure? Not today, thank you. Besides..." He hesitated. "You and I need to talk."
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− | Tala held the broom tightly in front of her but didn't move. "About?"
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− | "You're a girl...woman." Marco started, but stumbled. Catching he breath, he continued on. "Look, I don't know what you expect of me. I'm not sure what I expect of myself, really. I just want things to be clear between us."
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− | "How so?" The broom remained on guard.
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− | Marco blushed. "Look, I don't want...well...I do, but...argh!" He rested his forehead in a palm.
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− | "She likes looking at you too." Tala said, and then looked down.
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− | Marco sighed. "Is there anything simple on the agenda today? World domination? Popular Uprising? Something I can handle?"
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− | "Not until this afternoon." Tala grinned maliciously. "For now, you need to get dressed and head upstairs for breakfast. Dealing with women is hard work. I brought your coffee but the rest is on you. Now scoot."
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− | "When am I supposed to shower?" Marco said as he pulled on his clothes.
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− | "Do that tonight." Tala stuck out her tongue. "I used all the hot water this morning."
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− | "And I missed it?"
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− | "Yup. Maybe tonight I'll join you." Tala gave a wicked grin. "Or maybe Jillia will. Maybe both of us?"
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− | "How am I supposed to get anything done with that on my mind?" Marco said. "I..."
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− | "Get what done?" Jillia said as she stuck her head in the door. "Oh, sorry." She blushed when she saw Tala. "I didn't know you two were...talking."
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− | "He was just leaving, Jil. Come in and let me fill you in." Tala seemed to enjoy Marco's deep blush as the battle hardened Marine fled the field. "It could be interesting..."
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