Kate Gregson (
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Room 324, Monday Afternoon
After the arrest and everything, yesterday had continued to be just as moodswingy a day as many of the others before it. On one hand, her video had gained more than 250,000 hits in a single day, and Lynda had invited her to the Crossroads art shindig this Friday. On the other, she and her brother had had to listen to their parents fighting for like two hours in the evening. That always made her feel like an orphan. It sucked.
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
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So, he wandered down to her room and found her door cracked. Not knowing if it was Bobby's doing or not, he knocked gently.
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So she made an inquisitive sound, muffled by the pillows. Would that even reach the hallway? She wasn't sure, and didn't really care either. She'd kind of been trying to take a nap.
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"It's just me," he said, not even knowing if she'd hear him, "but I'll come back at a better time."
With that said, he stepped away from her door quietly.
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She had to clear her throat before she could call out after him, "There is no 'just you', boyfriend."
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Funny how close that was to the truth, in some way.
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"I have indeed returned," she drawled, examining the toy. "Miss me?"
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"Hmm?" Beat. Oh. Oh. "Oh my God, did you see it already?"
That was a good kind of oh my God, by the way.
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"I don't suppose you'd mind if I emailed the link to people back home?" Valkyrie would get a kick out of it-
Okay, more accurately, Warren and Hank would get a kick out of Val's "wtf mortals are weird" reaction.
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Kate so got the better deal.
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