Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2012 18:12:14 GMT -8
When Adam had told Ziana that they both had better get to work, he didn't mean he had to go back to the cargo bay. No, he had more important work than that, especially since he was off-duty today. He stood in the doorway of his quarters, trying to see the place as a woman would see it.
He took a sniff. Bacon and sweat socks. Girls liked bacon, too, right? Wandering the main room, he started picking things up and putting them into two piles, his and Jed's. Jed's pile was considerably smaller than Adam's. There was one object that he didn't even remotely know what it was, so he threw that in Jed's pile, too. Once he was done with that, he carried Jed's and tossed it onto his roommate's bed.
Picking up his pile, he walked into his bedroom, then stopped. The smell of sweatsocks was stronger in there. Stuffing his pile into the already-filled closet, he closed the door with difficulty, then began cleaning up the remaining clutter. He pulled the sheets off of the bed and shoved them into the recycler and ordered new ones. Giving the bed a sniff, he wrinkled his nose and padded into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets. Jed kept cleaning stuff around somewhere. He had seen him use it. Giving up, he replicated some and carried it all back to the room and began spraying the naked mattress with an odor neutralizer.
His mom had taught him early how to make a bed, so that was no problem. Quickly, he had that chore completed. He cleaned and cleaned, until he was satisfied that Ziana wouldn't be appalled if they ever made it as far as the bedroom. With that thought in mind, Adam opened a drawer and pulled out his best underwear, setting it aside for later.
Returning to the kitchen, he opened the door to the refrigeration unit. It was shoved full of things that had mostly not seen the light of day in weeks. Tossing his hair out of his eyes, he squatted in front of it and began pulling things out. As he was doing so, his eyes opened wide. What if she was hungry? Was he supposed to make something. He fell backwards onto his butt and sat, cross-legged, in front of the open fridge, just staring into its depths.
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He took a sniff. Bacon and sweat socks. Girls liked bacon, too, right? Wandering the main room, he started picking things up and putting them into two piles, his and Jed's. Jed's pile was considerably smaller than Adam's. There was one object that he didn't even remotely know what it was, so he threw that in Jed's pile, too. Once he was done with that, he carried Jed's and tossed it onto his roommate's bed.
Picking up his pile, he walked into his bedroom, then stopped. The smell of sweatsocks was stronger in there. Stuffing his pile into the already-filled closet, he closed the door with difficulty, then began cleaning up the remaining clutter. He pulled the sheets off of the bed and shoved them into the recycler and ordered new ones. Giving the bed a sniff, he wrinkled his nose and padded into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets. Jed kept cleaning stuff around somewhere. He had seen him use it. Giving up, he replicated some and carried it all back to the room and began spraying the naked mattress with an odor neutralizer.
His mom had taught him early how to make a bed, so that was no problem. Quickly, he had that chore completed. He cleaned and cleaned, until he was satisfied that Ziana wouldn't be appalled if they ever made it as far as the bedroom. With that thought in mind, Adam opened a drawer and pulled out his best underwear, setting it aside for later.
Returning to the kitchen, he opened the door to the refrigeration unit. It was shoved full of things that had mostly not seen the light of day in weeks. Tossing his hair out of his eyes, he squatted in front of it and began pulling things out. As he was doing so, his eyes opened wide. What if she was hungry? Was he supposed to make something. He fell backwards onto his butt and sat, cross-legged, in front of the open fridge, just staring into its depths.
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