Zakalwe
Inactive Member
Kip straightened his tie. He was in his usual form, buying into the idea that appearances meant little, but was dressed in a dinner suit, with a bowler hat slightly lopsided on his head. In his hand he carried a large bouquet of roses, real ones which he had picked himself from one of the Horizon's parks. He felt nervous, which was a wonderful experience. It was a rare thing for him to feel nervous, and he valued it intensely.
He took a deep synthetic breath, and felt his synthetic breath speed up. He knocked on the metallic door of Harm's quarters, calculating the perfect strength to get the noise across without being annoying. He could have used the com system, but he felt it lacked the human touch. His heart skipped a beat.
He took a deep synthetic breath, and felt his synthetic breath speed up. He knocked on the metallic door of Harm's quarters, calculating the perfect strength to get the noise across without being annoying. He could have used the com system, but he felt it lacked the human touch. His heart skipped a beat.