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People Skills 101
Jacy wasn’t used to asking for forgiveness, and if she played her cards right, she wouldn’t have to tonight, either. She turned on soft glowing candles in her room, and pampered herself with a rosewater bath, making sure to use the coconut Shampoo her lover was fond of.
After her bath, she dressed in a simple silk kimono robe, with the assumption she wouldn’t be wearing anything for long and set about straightening her locks.
But what’s this - late? He said he’d be stopping by when his workday ended, one hour, and nearly two passed. But before she could get herself worked up too much, the knock she was waiting for came on her shuttle door.
“I thought you were standing me up, Sugarbear.” She said coyly, crooking her finger in the doorway for him to follow.
Vas chuckled. “Stand you up? Never. Fashionably late …” He said with an innocent shrug and he entered as bid.
“I trust everything is squared away with what needed your attention?” Though she hadn’t meant it, she couldn’t help but involuntarily contort her face with the words as if she’d suddenly smelled something unpleasant.
“It is.” Vas nodded wrapping his around her. She smelled tropical. “And I am off so at the moment you, right now, have my full undivided attention. Want me to make you some tea?” He offered.
“Please.” She responded, pouting her lips at the sight of his still swollen nose. “You’re going to have to take it easy on New Kasmir, unless you are going for some sort of consecutive nose break record?”
“Sweet Buddha no!” Vas laughed as he filled the kettle with water. “I don’t exactly go out looking for a fight. ‘Sides it’s just a delivery on New Kasmir, so chances are low that I’ll take another shot to the face.” He said optimistically.
“Well, I hope so.” She said, setting herself on the bed while her Sugargear set out the task of making them both tea to enjoy. “You’re far too easy on the eyes to be marred and gnarled as if you were much beyond your years.” She fished.
“Well, that’s life out here for you.” Vas shrugged. “Besides we have a great Doc … though let’s just bank on the hope that this will be the worst I’ll ever get.” He said as he scooped the tea leaves into the teapot as the kettle warmed up. “I dunno … I think I’m pretty intact given my age.” He added thinking about it. All toes and fingers and noting that nothing major was missing …
“Now you sound like an old man as well.” She teased. A small smile found its way to her lips as she watched him work. Even the most mundane things, making tea, he had a fluidity to his movement that was almost hypnotic. The companion sat cross-legged, one slipper dangling precariously from her toes as he waited for the water to boil. “And this best be the worst you’ll ever get. You know I can’t bear the thought of you being in any pain. Real pain, I mean. Not associated with the list.”