. . .since always

Yes, and who is she to try and suggest otherwise? Hm?

Laris sincerely doubts this woman knows Annika better than she.

Well, the admiral would do kindly to hush up and mind her business. Laris isn't one to be played with. As for their past? Laris knows /all/ about Janeway. Annika tells her everything.

Laris will /not/ be dropping by. At all. Ever. Good day, Admiral.

It's a slow, terrible start to her morning. If things don't improve, there could be a loose stabby Romulan kicking about.

// I'll be over on Leona ❤️

Grabs ⟢ .·˖ ‍𝙴𝚃 𝑖𝑛 ⺌ 𝓐𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰 𝙴𝙶𝙾 ┊͙* ⋆ ‍ ‍ into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso and squeezing. she's missed him, far too much. . .

// ah, I'm back.

// I should return to writing here. Eventually. Gotta brush up on some things, and work on a couple bits and bobs.

HOWIE MANDEL MOCKING COLLEEN BALLINGER I CANT BREATHE 🤡

An arched brow. "Ah, my wife returns.,"

Ah, yet another summer in which poor Laris is utterly freezing and bundled under six blankets and one of Seven's jackets (well, an entire mismatched outfit of Seven's clothes, but that's not the point.) The romulan is cold and sleepy.

// might bring back this account, and an old OC using Gillian Anderson as the FC.

S t r e t c h. It's cold, find her under the nearest pile of blankets. By the fire.

Ah, Christmas is over. Back to sweet routine, and not deathly cold weather.