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They mount the stairs in such grim silence that someone might be forgiven for thinking there was some kind of unspoken tension in the air.
Chances are good.
Havelock counts the door numbers with the care of one used to Milliways' fluid approach to internal architecture, fingers linked absently with Puck's, then comes to a halt in front of number sixty-three. It's been a while since he last visited Nita - chronic introversion does have unfortunate side-effects in that respect - but this is at least the right place.
He glances down at Puck once more, then knocks firmly.
Chances are good.
Havelock counts the door numbers with the care of one used to Milliways' fluid approach to internal architecture, fingers linked absently with Puck's, then comes to a halt in front of number sixty-three. It's been a while since he last visited Nita - chronic introversion does have unfortunate side-effects in that respect - but this is at least the right place.
He glances down at Puck once more, then knocks firmly.
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Date: 2009-12-30 02:52 am (UTC)From:Barmail is good that way.
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Date: 2009-12-30 02:55 am (UTC)From:"Quite. I personally wouldn't know what to do with a quiet festive season anymore."
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"Thank you, Nita."