Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-05-28 02:25 pm
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Weeping Angel A4, Friday After Classes
Kate was fighting a losing battle.
Namely, one of trying to stuff all her surprise luggage under her bed. There were just too many. They would never fit. But she just had to try. Not like she wanted them just laying around, when they had labels like Too much responsibility, Pushed around by skeevy guys and Heart bruised by Southern idiot.
And of course, that one fucking luggage set with the label Crazy mother issues.
Eventually though, she just gave up, letting a few of the bags that wouldn't fit just stay in sight. She was just going to flop down on the bed and be thankful that at least she'd been able to push that one black leather bag (which for some reason looked like an old-fashioned doctor's bag, and which had the words That one awful Saturday labelled on it) as far back under the bed as it would go.
Fucking Fandom.
[ooc: Open for cabinmates/visitors! I'll be around for a couple of hours now, and then again later in my evening.]
Namely, one of trying to stuff all her surprise luggage under her bed. There were just too many. They would never fit. But she just had to try. Not like she wanted them just laying around, when they had labels like Too much responsibility, Pushed around by skeevy guys and Heart bruised by Southern idiot.
And of course, that one fucking luggage set with the label Crazy mother issues.
Eventually though, she just gave up, letting a few of the bags that wouldn't fit just stay in sight. She was just going to flop down on the bed and be thankful that at least she'd been able to push that one black leather bag (which for some reason looked like an old-fashioned doctor's bag, and which had the words That one awful Saturday labelled on it) as far back under the bed as it would go.
Fucking Fandom.
[ooc: Open for cabinmates/visitors! I'll be around for a couple of hours now, and then again later in my evening.]
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No, he wasn't repeating the curse word.
"So, why can't I do the same?"
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"My alcove, my rules, remember?"
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See? She could still concentrate on what was important.
"Even if you did seem to tell me that the first time just because I took my skirt off."
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"I don't even know what hor--that means," he said though he did have an idea what with the context she was providing. "I was thinking."
Well.
"I was thinking a little," he clarified, stammering a bit now. "It wasn't just because you took your skirt off."
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