[ As much as Tex likes the shirt, she knows how expensive concert merch goes for. She doesn't want him to murder her in her sleep now that he knows she's been hoarding it.
A little while later there's a knock on the door to his quarters. ]
[ Maine answers the door quickly, scowling and wearing a white A-shirt with his cargo pants. Because he doesn't have any other damn shirts. He takes one look at Tex and holds out his hand, expectant. ]
[ Tex has a tall stack of shirts that she carried by hauling it over her shoulder. Each shirt is folded in half and the stack is a foot high. She shakes her head and starts to push in past him. She doesn't want to drop the stack trying to pass it off—she'll drop it on the bed. ]
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Fine.
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Anyway I'll return all but a couple later
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[ Maine does not strike her as a heavy metal fan, even with the fact that he's...the way he is. ]
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Been looking for that. >:(
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Oh, fine
[ As much as Tex likes the shirt, she knows how expensive concert merch goes for. She doesn't want him to murder her in her sleep now that he knows she's been hoarding it.
A little while later there's a knock on the door to his quarters. ]
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