The two pieces in her hands meet in frustration, and Amelia sighs, tossing them on the bed.
The box on the shelf over her desk has what looks like a working power supply. It should be the same size as the dead piece, and she starts searching around her workdesk for that size screwdriver. Where the hell's her universal?
Coming back to it, he's still standing there. "What're we arguing again?"
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Date: 2007-04-18 01:32 am (UTC)The box on the shelf over her desk has what looks like a working power supply. It should be the same size as the dead piece, and she starts searching around her workdesk for that size screwdriver. Where the hell's her universal?
Coming back to it, he's still standing there. "What're we arguing again?"