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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 3:17 pm
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"I have leave privileges, but since they are so woefully limited for time at the moment I would rather not use them up on nicotine run." Which is all it would have been at the moment, considering Zeke didn't need anything else, the girls were busy, and Ever was currently not himself. He'd rather wait, and if a better plan didn't present itself by the end of the month, then he'd head off for a glorified errand run.
"Either way," he added by way changing the subject. "I'll stop by later." A glance at the clock on the wall showed he was five minutes over his designated break time, and sighed, getting back to his feet. "I appreciate the help."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 2:42 am
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"No problem," he said settling back distractedly with his phone, Zeke's presence apparently having been dismissed already. "Good ********' luck getting him to get his a** out of the infirmary."
The voice of experience, and, depressingly, the voice of skepticism.
But when Zeke showed up later Taym had a spare pack of cigarettes, as promised, and although he wasn't exactly made welcome--Taym would make him wait at the door, not even inviting him into a surprisingly-pristine room glimpsed through the open doorway--he wasn't given any further bullshit, either. To Zeke, maybe, it didn't seem like anything worth writing home about, no particularly friendly gesture, nothing worth celebrating.
And maybe it wasn't. But maybe, in some small sense, it was progress.
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