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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 8:35 pm
He surrendered to her assistance, having learned by now that resisting aid from either Claire or Merry would simply result in them insisting even more. It was easier to just give up and accept that moving around was less difficult when one of the two - or both, in this case - were helping. He instinctively regarded Aulus with a nod and a "see you around" before turning to return to his quarters.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:55 am
"I think I can stretch to cleaning up for a superior officer," Aulus quipped with a slight smirk to Claire; the prospect of having Lucas removed from his company improved the red-eyed man's mood no end. "I'll wait for you outside the cafeteria."
So saying, he quickly collected up the bowls and glasses before heading into the kitchen. It might be nice to get a tour of the base from Claire, he mused as he ran hot water into one of the large sinks and added bubbles; there was probably a big dishwasher somewhere, but he wasn't sure where or how to work it so old-fashioned washing by hand would do... Yes. Claire was alright to be around, and her company would be much more enjoyable with her leading the way. Mmmh. He wondered what she looked like in uniform...
Hold on now - Aulus scowled at himself as he set the bowls on a draining rack and set about the cutlery - that was dangerous territory. One minute you were appreciating a girl's assets, next you knew you were sighing over a picture of her and getting her presents. He wasn't going to fall into that trap again, and then there was the issue of Lucas; the old man wouldn't be concussed forever, and once he recovered himself he would no doubt come down very hard on anyone caught mooning over and or even merely admiring his precious sister.
No - adding the glasses and cutlery to the draining rack, Aulus ducked back out into the dining hall to collect the orange juice - better to put the whole thing out of his mind... But it was kind of difficult to do that when she bent over in tight trousers. Fine. Ogle when nobody else was looking, but that was as far as it was going to go. That would work just fine. Once he had returned the juice to the fridge and dried off his hands, Aulus tugged his uniform straight and headed out of the room to wait for Claire. No Lucas. Luxury.
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