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It was once again time for Billy to assess the progress being made in this seemingly endless war with tasks and deadlines. So far, reorganization of the Engineering department was about 25% complete. Not terrible for a day's work, but he could certainly do better. Several projects were stalled pending discussion from the involved parties. His social time and interactions with the Rangers had taken a hit due to all of this.

Though he was following his orders to take more resting time during the day and having fun with Ronnae on many of the nights, nothing stopped him from taking on more than enough work to fill the compressed schedule.

Today's work: Supervising the new structure and performing odd jobs around the ship. Repairs were going well in the hangar, Neuropathy needed to be left alone, infrastructure was busy in the City. He visited wherever he could and lent a hand to each, struggling to find time for what he wanted to do in secret: move his personal belongings to his girlfriend's house.

As Billy wandered back and forth throughout the day, a stuffed backpack always accompanied him. Throughout the day, the loaded-down teenager made trips between a number of places on the upper levels and a particular house in the City. Distracted as he was with the constant juggling of omnicom, comm ring, tools, and items, he eventually wore himself out.

Where he ended up shouldn't be a surprise: in the city park, fast asleep, sprawled across an assortment of odd items. Somehow, he'd note when he woke up, he doubted this was what had been meant by the recommendation for 'personal time'.

((ooc: The two location tags basically mean you can catch him anywhere: asleep with shiny stuff to steal or rushing back and forth between the different areas of the ship. Just make a note of where you found him.))

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Ronnie smiled appreciatively, she rubbed her arms awkwardly as she moved back to sit at the couch. She brought up the cover and curled it up around her form. She was happy, she was with friends. But the change of words during the last scene really made her doubt... a lot. Specially about herself. Though she was doing a damn good job at hiding it.

She looked thoughtful for a few before forcing a yawn. "I th-think a nap sounds good about now unless either of you wish to ask me something? Either way, make yourselves at home, I extend the house to you as well Katara." She said in a small yet warm voice. "If you ever need anything, jus' come by."

Billy smiled at both of them, settling back into the couch. "I think we could. That's what I was originally brought here to do, after all."

With that, he did what he could to snuggle up to Ronnie.

"Yes, yes you were," Katara said, narrowing her eyes. "Not that I'm not glad we had this talk. I'm really happy we did. And that's what m-maa.."

She yawned. "Actually, I'm pretty tired too. Mind if I nap here? I can sleep on the floor if you want, so I don't disturb you guys."

She blinked at Katara, and then looked at the elaborate and big and very comfortable Sin'dorei couches that could double as very comfy beds. She raises an eyebrow and giggles. "Why would you sleep on the floor? These places were meant for comfort. Even the 'low'class sin'dorei made his abode as flashy and comfy as they could so they could show status." She giggled shyly.

Billy winked from his position next to Ronnie. "Ronnie doesn't allow guests to sleep on the floor in her house. You might as well surrender now."

Katara held up her hands in mock surrender. "Ok,I give up! I was thinking the floor because I didn't want to inconvenience you guys if you wanted the bed yourself or something. I'll take the couch!"

"We can all sleep right here for tonight. Benefits of such luxurious furniture is that they were meant for extreme comfort. They even look like beds!" She giggled and cuddled up to Billy.

Billy nodded, gesturing for Katara to come over and cuddle with them. "Come on. I think you need this tonight."

She was definitely readying herself for the sofa, then heard the request. It reminded her of the time she, Billy and Renne had all been curled up together sleeping, a kind of happiness being close to her Bond brothers and nothing more. Here, while Billy was that, Ronnae made it something different but no less special.

She looked a deal happier: Billy and Ronnae were her friends, and sleeping near them eased her mind. There was hope in the places you looked for it, and strength in the people that cared about you. She'd been the group like this before, and she did miss that.

She got on Billy's right side, making sure not to be in between them.

Ronnie giggled and pinched Katara's nose. "See, I don't bite." She stuck her small tongue out playfully before settling her head in her favorite spot on Billy's chest. She yawned a small yawn and closed her eyes. It wouldn't take long for her to get lulled to sleep unless spoken to.

"No, but your teeth sure are cute," Billy teased, stretching his arms to curl around both girls. "Anyway...it'll be all right. You'll see," he promised both of them in a whisper, kissing Ronnie on the head and Katara on the cheek.

Something about being near them made that less of an outlandish thing to say.

It was nice actually, hearing them like this. Billy was as caring as always, and Ronnae was being a little teasing, funny. She settled down on the other side of Billy's chest, Hearing his heartbeat a moment before closing her eyes.

"I believe you," she said sleepily, and gave Ronnae's hand a squeeze before falling asleep, curling around Billy.

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