Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2011-10-24 10:13 pm
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Room 223, Early Monday Evening
It was already the evening when Natalie made it back from Montreal. Leaving had been harder than it should have been, somehow. Being sure of the basics of how the world functioned provided a kind of comfort she couldn't help feeling. And maybe clinging to, just a little. It had been a good weekend, by her standards. Reading, music, a few walks around the city that happened to coincide with a phonecall or two back to Fandom.
And now she was here again. She'd dropped her bag on her bed and taken off her jacket, and right now... She was standing in the middle of the room, looking around and wondering whether there was room for a keyboard, and whether Tara would mind, and whether she'd actually play even if she did get one. Her parents had offered to pay for one, after an idle mention of having played something on the Fall Break. Privately, she thought they were offering mostly so she'd keep the skill up and keep playing songs for family at Christmas.
Regardless, she was considering it. She just wasn't coming to any sort of a conclusion.
[ooc: Open door, open post, I'm on Fall Break now myself, whoot.]
And now she was here again. She'd dropped her bag on her bed and taken off her jacket, and right now... She was standing in the middle of the room, looking around and wondering whether there was room for a keyboard, and whether Tara would mind, and whether she'd actually play even if she did get one. Her parents had offered to pay for one, after an idle mention of having played something on the Fall Break. Privately, she thought they were offering mostly so she'd keep the skill up and keep playing songs for family at Christmas.
Regardless, she was considering it. She just wasn't coming to any sort of a conclusion.
[ooc: Open door, open post, I'm on Fall Break now myself, whoot.]

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It hadn't been, no. He'd been thinking about that almost every day. At least once, almost every day, yes.
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She doubted it a whole lot, to be honest.
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It was still a kiss and it was a soft, lingering one but it wasn't the most normal of places to kiss someone.
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"Unusual," she noted, quietly.
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Sometimes something like that was fun.
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"You should do that again," he murmured, eyes still closed. "That felt nice. Felt really nice."
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And then once more because... she wanted to, and didn't need a reason beyond that.
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"Okay, not a fluke. That's good proof," he decided, nodding. "Very, very good proof. I'm convinced even if I want that to happen again."
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