Cold Routine, Warm Encounter.

   


    With the accuracy of repeated action B'eight swings off to the side of the bed, feet landing exactly in the standard issue boots left there the 'night' before.  A strong stretch, a slight yawn, and off to the bathroom to begin the 'morning' routine.  "I really aught to get a calendar or something in here" B'eight thinks while looking around the room.  The grey walls are bare save for the exit door, a small mirror above the sink, a single door clothes cabinet, and a small shelf above the toilet.  "I'm not entirely sure how long I have even been working here."  This thought brings a slightly pained amusement.  The thought lingers as B'eight finishes getting ready and steps through the doorway into a long hallway, turns left and heads to the mess hall for first rations.

   "You're up early."  Comes a gruff voice from behind.

   "You're up late." B'eight replies without turning around.  "Still making passes out of your league in the leisure hall?"

    "Well, If you'd ever afford yourself some time for leisure you might see it isn't all about making passes"

    B'eight slightly grins at this, but still doesn't turn around.  "You know perfectly well why I avoid that place."

     "True enough, but what kinda friend would I be if I didn't give you a hard time about things that matter most to ya?"

     "A good one?" B'eight replies frankly.  Turning just enough to flash a slight smirk.

 - B'eight continues directly to the mess hall

- B'eight decides to take the long way round to the mess hall