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Oct. 29th, 2005 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flybywashWash is in the kitchen, going through the food stores and making notes on an inventory sheet. He's humming, quiet and tuneless.
Somehow, both "marshmallows" and "strawberry preserves" have sneaked their way onto the list.
Call the second one an extremely early wedding gift.
Somehow, both "marshmallows" and "strawberry preserves" have sneaked their way onto the list.
Call the second one an extremely early wedding gift.
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Date: 2005-10-31 01:16 am (UTC)"Good thing that's what we're doing here, then."
He smiles.
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Date: 2005-10-31 01:26 am (UTC)A tip of a smile finally appears. Relief.
Exhaling for what feels like the first time since he's come into the kitchen, Mal sits dumbly across the table from Wash, beaming like a fool.
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Date: 2005-10-31 01:33 am (UTC)He pushes himself to his feet, using the table for support, and grabs his crutches as he claps Mal on the shoulder.
"Helm's a-callin'. Got the kitchen inventory about three-quarters done, I'll get it to you by tonight, okay?"
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Date: 2005-10-31 01:36 am (UTC)"Uh, yeah. Sounds good."
Still with the beaming.
"Thanks."
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Date: 2005-10-31 01:40 am (UTC)Chuckling, he settles the crutches under his arms and starts to make his way toward the bridge.