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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.


[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory shrugs. "I actually don't wear green well. But...a wookiee? What's that?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Alien species. About seven feet tall, sentient, live forever and know everything.

Chewie's only about 200, though, so he only thinks he knows everything.

Best thing that ever happemed to me.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Is he here? I'd love to meet him - I'm pretty sure I haven't met a non-humanoid alien yet."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Back on the ship. Probably asleep.
Stars I hope he's asleep.

*stands, unsteadily*

Darlin' if you'd point me east, I think I can get home and get some sleep before class.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory looks around. "Um...I think east is *points* that way. I'll see you around - Han, right?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Right. 'Less you wanna walk me home.

*grin*

Nah, you're not dressed for walking. Night, sweetheart.

*heads off east, his normal rangy stride altered to something resembling a swagger across a rolling poopdeck*