Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in When Paparazzi Hide in the Bushes

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in When Paparazzi Hide in the Bushes

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in When Paparazzi Hide in the Bushes

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Roman rereviewed and accepted the reports. Then he spent some time playing with studying Mushu. He took lunch to his office that day and the rest of his shift was uneventful but long and busy. When he was finally done for the day he went to their quarters to see if Rand was there.

~ Roman

Rand was laying on her stomach, red hair long and loose down her back, knees bent, feet in the air and crossed at the ankles. She had a stylus in her hand but chewing on the end, a PaDD in front of her. The desk was littered with data disks. Pipkin was curled up in the small of her back seemingly asleep. When the door opened, the small rabbit popped up and scampered down the bed to get to him for what she thought was overdue attention.

Rand

Roman stepped in so the door would close and gave Pipkin a little attention. “You working?” He asked Rand as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her, careful of Pipkin.

~ Roman

Rand looked around at him and smiled. “Nope all done for the day. Early! Even done with Asam’s work. I can’t believe it.” She laughed as Pipkin hopped I to his lap, placed her front paws on his chest and stretched her nose up trying to get his attention. “I was trying to write a letter to Mrs. Caliano, but I don’t know what to say.”

Rand

“Early! That’s fantastic.” Roman said. He pet the rabbit as she stretched up trying to get his attention. “Okay, Pipkin, okay, you’re so needy,” he said softly to the bunny in his ‘pet’ voice. Then he looked at Rand. “You are? Oh.” He seemed like he was going to say something else, then decided against it and hastily turned his attention back to Pipkin.

~ Roman

Rand noticed the change and sat up quickly. Had she done something wrong? She forced her hands not to fidget, or Roman would worry about her rather than talking. “Do you not want me to?” She asked slowly. You got a letter, and you answered. That’swhat you were supposed to do. “She wrote to both of us, and she asked me specifically. It would be rude not to respond.” It sounded pitiful in her mind, but it was true. She wanted them to like her. “I won’t if it bothers you. I’m … I’m sorry, Roman.”

Rand