[ she leads him to a small seating area tucked away in the back of the bar, a booth that had been abandoned. she presses in against him, warm and happy, and tomassen easily adjusts himself so she can be comfortable leaning against him, an arm draped along the back of the booth. not quite around her shoulders, but easy to do so if he wanted to. ]
However long I want, really. My plans are flexible.
[ he tucks his head down a bit to speak closer into her ear, to lessen the feedback from the music. and maybe to be a bit closer. he resists the urge to kiss her cheek, to brush his fingers along her shoulder. ]
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However long I want, really. My plans are flexible.
[ he tucks his head down a bit to speak closer into her ear, to lessen the feedback from the music. and maybe to be a bit closer. he resists the urge to kiss her cheek, to brush his fingers along her shoulder. ]
Technically, though, my plane leaves in a week.
[ back to ketterdam, and reality. ]