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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace's room is on the smaller side, or it could be that it just appears that way after her slight modifications. The bed, covered in an almost indecent number of quilts and comforters, has been shoved up against the wall at some point. Another corner is occupied with a desk practically snowed over with pages of semi-scientific type scribblings and notes. In a third corner, under the window so she can watch the exploding stars, is what was once an asture bench-type seat, but has been covered with so many blankets and pillows it looks rather comfy. Ace loses all momentum at the doorway and looks up at Tim nervously.

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This? She could definitely get used to. Secure and warm, she falls asleep just moments after Tim, grinning like a maniac.