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vanillajello) wrote2010-11-07 04:05 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-07 04:05 pm
An Ice Creamery, Baltimore, Early Sunday Afternoon
Friday had been pretty spectacularly bad, and the less said about it the better. Saturday, Kate had just laid low and recuperated. And today, today was just one of those days she had to get off the island. It was just a necessity, being outside in the normal world. Not getting yelled at by vampires, not singing things that were better kept silent.
So she'd come here, to this ice cream place. She'd been happy here once, months and months ago, flirting and drawing out some of the very first of those blushes she'd later come to love so much. This was a good, non-crazy place to be spending a Sunday afternoon in.
She had a big bowl of ice cream and her laptop in front of her, and was currently busying herself with following some of Knatasha Knightblade's advice from a few weeks ago by setting up an Amoozoo wishlist for Princess Valhalla Hawkwind.
Picking out things she wanted was like therapy. She'd be here a while.
[ooc: NFB due to being off-island, but open for calls/texts/randomly finding her here.]
So she'd come here, to this ice cream place. She'd been happy here once, months and months ago, flirting and drawing out some of the very first of those blushes she'd later come to love so much. This was a good, non-crazy place to be spending a Sunday afternoon in.
She had a big bowl of ice cream and her laptop in front of her, and was currently busying herself with following some of Knatasha Knightblade's advice from a few weeks ago by setting up an Amoozoo wishlist for Princess Valhalla Hawkwind.
Picking out things she wanted was like therapy. She'd be here a while.
[ooc: NFB due to being off-island, but open for calls/texts/randomly finding her here.]