"God, I hope it wasn't intentional, because that was terrible," Eduardo laughs, shaking his head as he crosses the last steps to the hut itself, opening the door and flicking on the light next to it and stepping aside to let Mark in. It isn't really any different from the rest of the huts covering Tabula Rasa, decently sized and sparsely filled, but Mark doesn't know that, and as such, Eduardo can't help a momentary nervousness. Mark will probably think this below him. Mark might not even want to stay, though he'd be hard-pressed to find better accommodations.
Aside from that, though, the banter of the past few moments has been so relaxed, a comfortable old pattern to fall into, that it's easily enough ignored. His gaze turns to Mark, expectant, as he gestures inside. "So this is it. Not much, I know, but you kind of get used to it, and just off the beach like this is prime real estate, so it works."
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Date: 2011-07-06 10:28 am (UTC)Aside from that, though, the banter of the past few moments has been so relaxed, a comfortable old pattern to fall into, that it's easily enough ignored. His gaze turns to Mark, expectant, as he gestures inside. "So this is it. Not much, I know, but you kind of get used to it, and just off the beach like this is prime real estate, so it works."