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Post by Odin on Sept 6, 2008 22:03:33 GMT -5
"I'm sure," ::Odin's reply came out as more deadpan than he intended. He had little energy for intonation. He took another bite of his chicken sandwich, which was the blandest he'd had in quite a while.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 6, 2008 22:07:01 GMT -5
"Not just insomnia from one night, is it?" she asked carefully.
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Post by Odin on Sept 6, 2008 22:09:28 GMT -5
"No, it isn't," ::Odin replied without the inner struggle with the compulsion. It could have its way with him when he had no energy, as it was doing now. Then again, it wasn't too difficult to notice, considering how out of sorts he was.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 6, 2008 22:13:48 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she said, surprising herself because the sentiment was honest. "No sleeping pills?"
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Post by Odin on Sept 6, 2008 22:22:58 GMT -5
::Her expression sounded sincere, and considering Odin didn't peg her as an idle speaker, assumed it was sincere. He had to look worse than he thought. He'd tried sleeping pills once this time, but they worked to deepen REM sleep, and as the insomnia was the alternative to nightmares, he'd chosen the lesser of two evils.:: "Not for this, but it's a thought."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 6, 2008 22:28:13 GMT -5
She spread her hands in a philosophical gesture, her half finished sandwich on the table. She had been less hungry then she thought. "I don't have any other solutions, I'm afraid."
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Post by Odin on Sept 6, 2008 22:34:51 GMT -5
::Nor did Odin, which was what brought him to living on coffee more than usual, avoiding alcohol which was the only positive effect of this, and spending time away from the apartment for Stacy's benefit. Also to not having a decent night's rest, and having little alternative. That cursed encounter had made seeking telepathic assistance impossible. He kept these thoughts to himself, as he did with all major matters in his life.:: "That's why we have coffee."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 20:14:57 GMT -5
She smiled a little at that. "I can honestly say that it's not something I drink often."
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 20:38:51 GMT -5
::Odin took another bite of the chicken sandwich, which was because he was hungry and needed the energy burst more than any appreciation for the food's quality. It reminded him why he rarely ate fastfood at its lowest denominator.:: "Are you more of a tea drinker, or do you lean towards no caffeine at all?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 20:40:11 GMT -5
"Tea," she replied. "Caffeine doesn't bother me, really."
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 20:43:20 GMT -5
::Tea paled in comparison to coffee, and Odin drank it only when necessary for a business meeting. It was far too bland for his taste.:: "Whatever gives you the energy to get through the day."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 20:47:40 GMT -5
"I don't really operate much during the day unless I have to," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Pietro had long grown used to her sleeping until very late in the day and being up at all hours at night.
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 20:49:23 GMT -5
::A night owl. Odin's hours weren't particularly better, but he had no pattern to them.:: "Then let's hope you don't draw any 8:00a.m. classes."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2008 20:53:28 GMT -5
'If I do, I'll just sleep afterward." She knew that she had the option of deciding her own schedule, but that really wouldn't matter if the only slot available for a required class was in the morning.
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Post by Odin on Sept 7, 2008 20:55:12 GMT -5
::Odin acknowledged that with a short nod, and put down the chicken sandwich. That was as much of this as his taste buds could stand at the moment.:: "Napping, such a luxury."
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