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Linyabel Miriat ⍟ "Linya" ([personal profile] isthisart) wrote in [personal profile] middlingalong 2014-07-18 12:42 am (UTC)

"That, too," Linyabel agrees.

"No chance of his waking up before I get back, is there?" Kety asks.

"No. I dosed him very thoroughly."

"Hm. Please be more discreet, my love. We don't want excessive chemical residues left on autopsy. Though with lucky, there will not be enough left to autopsy."

"Of course," Linyabel agrees, making the face again when he calls her his love.

"Good."

"I'll await you," she adds coolly.

"Let me help you lay him out. It must be crowded in there."

"I'm using him for a footrest," she says, rolling her eyes but letting none of the exasperation into her voice. "I'm so comfortable - please let me enjoy my chair a little longer," eyeroll, "my love. It has been so long."

Kety is amused. "Soon enough, you shall have more privileges than the Empress ever had. And all the outworlders at your feet you may desire."

He nods at the bubble, and strides off.

Control panel rejigger. Hand down in lap again. "Thank you."

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