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thoughtformed2012-08-31 11:54 pm
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[ the precise opposite of her earlier post, Ukraine is now an absolute wreck of a woman, completely distraught over Stiles being hospitalized and Aisling evidently being kidnapped and going mad. if anyone embodies the term "ball of stress," it's her. if you're in the South Wing or have interacted with Ukraine literally ever at all, feel free to react to the fact that she will inevitably turn up on your doorstep, looking like she hasn't slept in a week, her arms full of homemade food she will insist you accept. ]
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And then he sees who it is and the state she's in and the giant pile of food in her hands, and he softens a little bit. ] Come on in.
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It is a testament to his acting skills that he doesn't make a face at it. ] Not hungry. But thanks.
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[Erik calls a flask to his hand, and pulls two chairs closer for them to sit in. For what began on his part as an irrational physical attraction, the two of them spend far more time having long conversations than he had expected. More than he had thought to allow himself, truthfully. He has been... more alone... than he would have expected, but even if that were not the case, he would hardly have turned her away.]
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It looks good. I wish all of our problems could be solved this way.
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So it was that the Doctor showed up on Ukraine's doorstep precariously balancing a large number of trays with a variety of alien delicacies he thought she'd enjoy - he figured those would be best, as she could cook anything terrestrial she wanted herself.