"We... well, we..." Dagger paused, finding that she didn't have an answer. She sighed, her arm draping around his neck and shoulder, as she curled up in his lap. "I don't know."
His new question had her lifting her head, blinking at him. He'd taken any personal items with him the last time he'd left. "A room can always be made up, that's never a problem." She had a feeling that wasn't what he'd meant, though.
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Date: 2010-01-18 01:00 am (UTC)His new question had her lifting her head, blinking at him. He'd taken any personal items with him the last time he'd left. "A room can always be made up, that's never a problem." She had a feeling that wasn't what he'd meant, though.