He walked to a closed set of curtains, not knowing what state the suns would be in, and pulled a tassel-ended rope until they were open. It was the worst kind of day, overcast with clouds and gray. It could be early morning or an hour before sunset. He walked near the window, the courtyard below was
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She rolled her eyes then shook her head. “Is that creep still here?”
“Who? What, you mean the guards? No, different creep,” Baz said beside the bed once more. Paul had retreated back to the shadows.
“Here,” he said.
“What about the blankets?” she asked, gripping the phone with her toes and sliding it towards her reach.
“I have to piss.” Baz turned and went towards the bathroom.
“Techie,” she said in a singsong voice, “raise the room
“It won’t work with your voice,” he said, matching her style and turning the light on.
“Raising room temperature,” said the house virtual assistant.
“Shit,” Baz mumbled. He looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t shaved in weeks and his beard was getting long,