Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2012-01-27 05:50 pm
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Room 223, Late Friday Morning
It was Friday morning, and Natalie had the day off. And she was... looking up Portalocity prices for Montreal. Not for today, obviously, but for some time in February. Her birthday was coming up, and she'd already been on the phone with her mother this morning. There'd been talk of how she should come home at some point, somewhere around her birthday.
And being the sensible sort of person that she was, she was comparing prices for different times to save some money. Also because she'd already done her homework for the week and she was bored. Might as well make the extra time useful somehow.
Whatever, she had Pocky. She could deal with her boredom any way she saw fit, and it was not anyone else's business.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
And being the sensible sort of person that she was, she was comparing prices for different times to save some money. Also because she'd already done her homework for the week and she was bored. Might as well make the extra time useful somehow.
Whatever, she had Pocky. She could deal with her boredom any way she saw fit, and it was not anyone else's business.
[ooc: Open door/post!]

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She had classes or work every day but Tuesday this semester. It tended to feel like a lot by the end of it.
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Even though she tended to spend hers by getting ahead of the schedule on her independent classwork.
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"For a while," she ventured. "Maybe. Last year we got the fake kids for Valentine's Day."
She furrowed her brow at Natalie; she'd been warned on that one by now, right?
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It was enough to make Natalie actually turn in her chair, one eyebrow raised. "Fake kids?" she repeated, like she didn't much care for the sound of that.
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"Yeah, it's like -- kids you could have in fifteen years. They just go away at the end of the weekend," Tara (kind of) explained, tone a bit faltering. "Last year I got twins with my girlfriend."
She fumbled for her phone. "I saved a picture somewhere..."
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Sorry, someone may have been a little hung up on the concept, still. Her birthday happened to be the day after Valentine's day, for one thing. There were quite a few reasons she wasn't really liking this.
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She held the phone out toward Natalie. "This is Asher and Miraya, anyhow."
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And weirdly calm about their parents being teenagers who had no idea they were parents at all, which was another reason Tara leaned more toward actual-ish than actual.
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She fished another Pocky stick from the pack. "Is that any kind of recurring thing?"
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[OOC: Going AFK for a bit.]
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And she might have been wondering what her and Sam's kids might look like. Maybe.
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She would be surprised if she had kids this time, but maybe she was wrong?
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She wasn't reading her mind, just generally curious and contemplative.
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She shrugged. "But I'm not expecting any of them to come back, I guess."
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"Dunno," she said, gesturing with the cookie a bit. "I guess just ... both the other parents are gone. Not that that would have to make a difference."
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