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Editing CS5...
...and wreaking havoc with Zach!
"No!" Eliza stood her ground, bare feet planted firmly on the floor. "No more experiments!"
He knew that mulish expression, faced the same stubbornness in their children often enough. And 'no more experiments'… He could subscribe to that on so many lines. "Let me talk to the commander," he conceded, watching his daughter hugging her mother's waist, "and then we go home." Jessie whooped at the prospect. Zach only wished Eliza hadn't snorted in the same moment. No, this was far from over. "Please stay," he begged, then thought better of it, and used his wristcom.
(Gods, Zach can be such a push-over!)
and just because the authorities are just not THAT nice:
"Gooseman, what are you doing here?" Zach asked after opening his door.
"The commander wants you to sign these." Goose held out a note pad for him.
Zach frowned, skimming over the content. "He could have sent these to my home console."
"No, Zach," the ST answered quietly. "Because he wants me to have your wife's scent, in case we have to find her."
"What!?"
"Finding," Gooseman stressed. "Not hunting."
But they both knew that distinction was academic at best would the action be necessary.
(I'm having way too much fun with this new angle of events!)
...and wreaking havoc with Zach!
"No!" Eliza stood her ground, bare feet planted firmly on the floor. "No more experiments!"
He knew that mulish expression, faced the same stubbornness in their children often enough. And 'no more experiments'… He could subscribe to that on so many lines. "Let me talk to the commander," he conceded, watching his daughter hugging her mother's waist, "and then we go home." Jessie whooped at the prospect. Zach only wished Eliza hadn't snorted in the same moment. No, this was far from over. "Please stay," he begged, then thought better of it, and used his wristcom.
(Gods, Zach can be such a push-over!)
and just because the authorities are just not THAT nice:
"Gooseman, what are you doing here?" Zach asked after opening his door.
"The commander wants you to sign these." Goose held out a note pad for him.
Zach frowned, skimming over the content. "He could have sent these to my home console."
"No, Zach," the ST answered quietly. "Because he wants me to have your wife's scent, in case we have to find her."
"What!?"
"Finding," Gooseman stressed. "Not hunting."
But they both knew that distinction was academic at best would the action be necessary.
(I'm having way too much fun with this new angle of events!)
