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[Spam for Bond, backdated to the start of the flood]

[The unfortunate part of floods like these when you're in a relationship with someone on the Barge is that you're very likely to wake up next to someone you've never seen before, and have no idea who they are and how you got there.

This is generally made even more horrifying when you're a very unhappy teenager on the best of days, and waking up with an unfamiliar teenage boy spooning you is definitely a good way to ignite all sorts of latent intimacy and commitment issues that only vaguely have to do with the extremely unlikely chance that she lost control of herself long enough to wind up in this sort of situation. That kind of thing definitely does not happen to Vesper Lynd.

Fortunately (?) Vesper is still asleep for the time being, and blissfully unaware that anything's amiss. Of course, that really means it's just a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and she realizes what the hell is actually going on here.]

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[Vesper addresses the Barge a little while later, once she's had more opportunity to encounter her ex-roommate James' behavior. She looks like she's about fifteen, but she sits so her back is ramrod straight, her shoulders squared and head held high, making it more or less unmistakeable that this girl is confident and self assured and not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit, even if they're an adult and she is - technically - a child.

Really, this is just a carefully constructed mask, but no one needs to know that. Obviously.]

Is there anyone whose supposed to be assuming responsibility for James Bond? [This is being said in a way that suggests she thinks you are doing a terrible job of it, whoever you are.]

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No, [he says slowly, turning to look at her again.] Not yet. You want to get something? [He's a little surprised, and it shows on his face. After this, he figured she'd be out the door as soon as she could.]

[She doesn't react to the surprise, although it's sort of funny to see. I'm afraid she's a complicated girl, James.]

Sure.

[Hideously. Girls are not supposed to be this complicated.]

Okay.

[He dumps the last of the glass, brushes his hands off, and stands. He's not quite the gentleman he will be, doesn't offer her a hand to help her up, but he does smile.]

[She doesn't mind. At this point, she's probably too immature to respond to that positively, taking any sign of chivalry as a sign of some sort of disrespect, because she can stand up or hold a door open by herself, thank you very much. So it works out.

She stands up and brushes herself off and smiles back at him, looking more confident than she probably feels.]

Come on. It's not half bad.

[That gets a chuckle, and he heads for the door, going at first and holding it so she can grab it. Compromise!]

That's a joke. It's nothing special, but at least there's a lot of it. [He is starving like all the time, okay.]

[She scoffs, but it's good natured more than anything else.]

You're such a boy.

[He laughs again, a little more open, louder, less locked in by memories.]

Do you need proof?

You've given me proof enough. [Because dude.]

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