OOM: Room #100 - for Doc Scurlock

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It's been a while since Kate has spent any considerable amount of time in her own room, so it has remained rather tidy. The only real exceptions are a stack of clean laundry on her desk chair she hasn't gotten to yet, and the bedspread, which is a little disheveled from stolen naps here and there between checking on and being with Doc. On her desk is the book of poetry she had taken from his room, along with the little orange paper crane that marks her place. The poetry and favors from the wake are spread out, including several little steel green cranes, which sit awkward and deformed in some small way ('first attempts' at origami that weren't so bad as to throw away). There's also a rather extraordinary little music box, and a half-eaten box of chocolate. On the table in the corner, there are a few newspapers and posters, handmade notes about Cuero, and the like.

The real focus of attention, however, is the bathroom; complete with all its fancy little soaps, and relaxing scents, and nice, hot water. That's Kate's focus, at least, once she unlocks her door and steps inside.

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[scurlock]

He allows her to enter first -- it is her room, after all -- and once they've closed the door, he takes a look around at the surroundings as he toes his boots from his feet, not wanting to track the last of the melting snow and mud left on his boots onto the floor.

"S'definitely got a woman's touch," he comments.

(It's not a bad thing, not at all.)

He shrugs out of his coat, then sets to unwinding that bright red scarf from around his neck.