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John had gotten as settled as he was able. He had a cabin, he'd been debriefed by a man with the most intensely blue eyes he'd ever seen, and he'd figured out a little bit of the etiquette. Like only smoking in designated areas.
He'd found a designated area and had a beer he'd replicated. Synthohol was the worst, but it was the best he could hope for so he drank his beer and had his smoke and admire the stars projected on the ceiling.
He heard the door open and looked over at who was coming in and his heart nearly stopped.
"Fawn," he said quietly and stood up.
After the faerie and the nurse, he knew this was going to hurt.
He'd found a designated area and had a beer he'd replicated. Synthohol was the worst, but it was the best he could hope for so he drank his beer and had his smoke and admire the stars projected on the ceiling.
He heard the door open and looked over at who was coming in and his heart nearly stopped.
"Fawn," he said quietly and stood up.
After the faerie and the nurse, he knew this was going to hurt.
