Echoes of home

As I was walking out of lecture, I glanced into the next classroom over and saw the intantly-recognizable StepMania song selection screen. As "First Stage" popped up, I grinned and moved on.

(Apologies for the spammage, but I posts in the Streamers series go uncontaminated.)

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Streamers

She narrowed her eyes at him and swung her feet to the floor, arching her back to remove the knots brought about by blissful inaction.

"You don't have to, you know." He finally opened his eyes to return her gaze.

"No, I probably should." She bent forward to study the floor. Somewhere here, she vaguely recalled, were her clothes.

"Suit yourself." He closed his eyes again, settling deeper into the pillows.

"You're exasperating," she said fondly, leaning back, temporarily giving up the search. Perhaps she could spare a few further minutes here, after all.

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