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[shelley_winters]

Oh, the joy of triplicated forms.

Shelley kicks her heels against the legs of her chair as she finishes off the reports through a haze of boredom. Has to be done. The smell of cooking soup fills the room. Should be ready just as soon as she finishes. Very good timing there.

Her tea is almost cold, but she sips at the rest absently as she finishes the last filling-in of boxes. A quiet, relieved sigh, and she gets up, calling to the figure sprawled on the couch nearby as she goes.

"Dinner's ready, come on."

She busies herself with bowls and cutlery, not looking to see if he follows. It's easier not to look right at him, and at the moment, Shelley takes anything to get her through each day.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Shelley having lent him her library card, Elan was sitting on the couch surrounded by a mound of new books to read; however, little delight was he taking in them at the moment.

His head hurt, and his throat ached slightly.

How very unpleasant. In a tone rather more surly than he strictly intended, he retorted back at her.

"I am not feeling particularly hungry at the moment."