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okteiviakom) wrote2020-06-20 07:37 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2020-06-20 07:37 pm
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MCA #9, Saturday Noon
Of course Octavia didn't have a key. What she did have were semi-rusty skills at picking locks. She'd practiced, down in the bunker, and taught it to Niylah in the early years, but it had been a while. Duke could've done it faster, but she insisted on doing it herself.
Took longer, but she did it, then straightened up with her hand against the door - and paused, instead off opening it, instead of marching right in.
This'd be just fine, right?
It was just an apartment.
[ooc: For that one guy, pls.]
Took longer, but she did it, then straightened up with her hand against the door - and paused, instead off opening it, instead of marching right in.
This'd be just fine, right?
It was just an apartment.
[ooc: For that one guy, pls.]