It's a private room that I happened to be sleeping in. Don't muddle it with technicalities.
[There's just the faintest quirk at the corner of her lips, only barely there, that suggests she might be teasing him a little. But at the sight of her papers all in jumble even that hint of humor fades, and she sighs exasperatedly. She puts her yarn back down to take the papers, aiming a look of displeasure at the stack.]
I'll have to go through them and reorganize, then.
[Fucking hell. She really needs to start numbering these. Or see if this world has paperclips or staples. As much as she likes the idea of binding together all her handwritten notes into a proper one-of-a-kind book when she's done -- it's very old-worldy and romantic -- going without any modern tricks to hold the sheaf together in the meantime is a struggle.]
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[There's just the faintest quirk at the corner of her lips, only barely there, that suggests she might be teasing him a little. But at the sight of her papers all in jumble even that hint of humor fades, and she sighs exasperatedly. She puts her yarn back down to take the papers, aiming a look of displeasure at the stack.]
I'll have to go through them and reorganize, then.
[Fucking hell. She really needs to start numbering these. Or see if this world has paperclips or staples. As much as she likes the idea of binding together all her handwritten notes into a proper one-of-a-kind book when she's done -- it's very old-worldy and romantic -- going without any modern tricks to hold the sheaf together in the meantime is a struggle.]