Trying to live somewhere while it's being packed into boxes is troublesome.
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Gillie stomps to get her wife's attention across the hallway.
Gillie: (ASL) Did you already pack my tweezers?
Idrisah looks up from where she is looking at her phone and squatting on the floor of their bedroom while organizing earrings. She is surrounded by stacks of reusable shipping boxes full of packed items.
Idrisah: (ASL) Those should be with the first aid stuff.
Gillie walks in and opens a box next to Idrisah. Idrisah shows her the phone screen.
Idrisah: (ASL) But look! Talita sent photos of the Runaway!
Gillie: (ASL) Wow. Spacious.
Idrisah: (ASL) I didn’t know Bip was such a fancy vessel.
Gillie: (ASL) Pirates live in style, I suppose.
She looks at Idrisah, who is wearing belted pants, a loose top over arm warmers, a hijab, and jewelry.
Gillie: (ASL) Heading out? You're all dressed.
Idrisah: (ASL) Yeah, I’ve got to pack up my work desk.
