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[strange_aeons]

I am very most pleased; I finished those damn revisions last night and wrote an additional 842 words. That's 7539 words thus far in chapter three.

Highlights:

He had taken Half-Baked Speculation About What's Really Going On Aboveground 101 some years before [...].

And, he admitted to himself, at the moment poring through his books seemed like a safer option than walking up to Arunir and saying, Pardon me, but you wouldn't happen to know what species you are, would you? even if he could be relied upon to make more than one word in ten understood to her. Arunir didn't strike him as the kind of woman he wanted to go around antagonizing, even in the name of science.

When it became clear from her muttered suggestion that he raise his chin and sit up straight that she did, in fact, intend to initiate another round of molestation [...].

"Look, Arunir's a genius. And when I say 'genius', understand that I mean 'unstoppable killing machine'."

"But if and when [you need to defend yourself], I think it would be better all round if you were equipped and skilled to do something other than scream like a woman —" Rook scowled, and Sweeney ignored him in favor of pouring itself another cup of tea. "— and/or sit on your horse like a lump. And to that end, Arunir is going to ... tear the shit out of your shoes."

I am gratified to note that, now that Q're is no longer called Eri, the named protagonists of my WIP can no longer be acronymed ARSE.