Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-02-16 04:42 pm
Room 324, Tuesday Late Morning
This was the first time Kate actually stopped to look through the cards on her Valentine's Day flowers. Sure, she'd glanced at them yesterday, her attention grabbed mostly by the one that made her mutter "No, Hannibal, you are" to herself, but now she actually took the time to see who they were from, and what they meant.
A few flowers from friends.
Carnations from someone who was a bad – if totally hot– decision just waiting to happen.
And a rose from someone who'd probably ordered it before she'd... Done that thing. Whatever it should've been called. Being a mess? Showing off her damage? Panicking?
She poked at the flowers, lost in thought.
[ooc: Open door/post! I'm sick, entertain me.]
A few flowers from friends.
Carnations from someone who was a bad – if totally hot– decision just waiting to happen.
And a rose from someone who'd probably ordered it before she'd... Done that thing. Whatever it should've been called. Being a mess? Showing off her damage? Panicking?
She poked at the flowers, lost in thought.
[ooc: Open door/post! I'm sick, entertain me.]

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And since that door was open, it made it even less so of an out of the way thing. He stopped in the door and said, "Hey, daydream believer. Thinking about anything good?"
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Not touching that one red rose, though.
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"I see you survived the weekend." He leaned against the doorframe.
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Still, she managed a tone with the faintest hint of cheer to it, even if she didn't quite look at him. "Yeah, well... I'm not nearly as fragile as people seem to think."
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She fiddled with her hoodie's sleeve, then glanced up, chin still down. "Um, you can come in. If you want."
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He entered, and stopped in the middle of the room.
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"At least he went all 'responsible adult' on me." For all of two seconds.
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"It wasn't really unexpected." She wasn't touching that other bit, thanks.
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And then, with a hint of helplessness that almost made her cringe when she heard it, she said, "Leto."
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Yes, she expected him to parse that as her wanting him to close to door while still remaining in the room.
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