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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jun 21, 2007 1:57:30 GMT -4
"I've too much to do for those things right now..." Sam said, "Perhaps after I send these to McCoy...and finish my paper work..."
He had little time for such things anyway, especially now but....hope springs eternal. Maybe McCoy could answer all his problems and allow him to finally relax.
"Maybe you'd join me for a stroll around the grounds?" He asked, "Sometime later of course, my plate's a bit full at the moment..."
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Post by Rogue on Jun 21, 2007 2:07:40 GMT -4
“Oh…” Anna began.
Figures he’d interpret things that way. She’d intended the ‘walk’ to be a relaxing activity for the current time. Something to maybe take his mind off of the problems at hand, help him deal with all of the work he’d been given.
Ugh…
“Yeah, sure. If you’re busy right now, ah guess latah’s fahne…”
What was she supposed to say to her superior? ‘No’ wasn’t even an option. She preferred now, when he was still distracted by work. She knew him well, and Sam was not one to rest until his work was finished. Then he’d have all the time in the world to feel free and unperturbed. All the time to pester and poke at her, especially now that her powers were more in control…
Later was not fine.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jun 21, 2007 12:02:46 GMT -4
"Fantastic, I'll be sure not to forget..." Samuel replied, "Forgive me, but I have a lot of things to accomplish, so I have to go."
In war, if you could not achieve your directive in one way, the obvious route was to change your strategy.
He sent her one last glance as he exited, "Thank you Anna..."
Such a pity. He really had to leave, there was so much to do.
His conquest of Anna would have to wait.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 21, 2007 12:12:46 GMT -4
As Anna watched Samuel walk away, she managed to keep her mind in check long enough to process a goodbye wave.
That man is really somethin’ else…
Shaking her head, she exited the training room and stared at his back for a while before he disappeared out of sight. The fact that she wasn’t sure what to think of him was frustrating, his single-mindedness almost daunting. And yet, just then, he’d been so polite.
“Oh, mah gawd…”
God, yes. It was time to visit the chapel… again.
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