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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[untodeath]

[ Grell could be finishing her drink off as well, but that would require her to let go of William's hand! For now, she's quite content as is.

He isn't the only one looking across the deck, either. Rosalind has taken to watching some older children playing hopscotch. ]

Just as well. I don't think we're much accustomed to relaxing these days.

[ Sitting in the quiet like this would have left her bored already, had he not sent her heart racing. It still hasn't quite settled! ]

To be honest, I've been expecting us to become a tad stir crazy, confining ourselves to the ship.

[death_glare]

What do you suggest, then? It isn't as though we can go teleporting off somewhere.

[untodeath]

[ Cheeks coloring just so, the lady bats her lashes with a fully content little smile! ]

Oh, no, you've managed to keep things interesting.