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May. 4th, 2012 10:11 pmIt had been a long sparring session, and Klaus felt all the better for it. Of course, his shoulder disagreed, as well as his thigh (bruised) and his eyebrow (small cut there). It hardly mattered; much as he did not heal as fast as he used to, he still healed fast enough that all traces of the spar would be gone by morning. In the meantime, he felt better for having let some steam off in clothes he had picked out for the occasion. He would have to make sure to pay attention to what his communicator was telling him next time they were off the station; it was a pain, having to go through Lady Grantham to access the wardrobe room.
Still, he had amassed a few different outfits in his room and was glad for the change in clothing monotony. He stopped by his room to take a shower and change (designer jeans, black t-shirt, elegance in casualness), have a little blood, then set out to track Alayne down. It had been a little while since he had last run into her, after all.
When he got to her room, the door slid open and he stopped there, as much because Alayne was the skittish type as because he had never been inside her quarters. Pesky invitation business. "I thought that I would check in on you, if this isn't a bad time," he called out to her.
Still, he had amassed a few different outfits in his room and was glad for the change in clothing monotony. He stopped by his room to take a shower and change (designer jeans, black t-shirt, elegance in casualness), have a little blood, then set out to track Alayne down. It had been a little while since he had last run into her, after all.
When he got to her room, the door slid open and he stopped there, as much because Alayne was the skittish type as because he had never been inside her quarters. Pesky invitation business. "I thought that I would check in on you, if this isn't a bad time," he called out to her.
