Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-08 02:32 pm
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Room 324, Monday After Classes
There was something up with today.
Kate had been feeling antsy pretty much straight since waking up this morning, and hadn't been able to shake the feeling since. And that was weird, when Sunday had been such a good day after such a long stretch of bad days. She only tended to feel this restless when things were entirely messed up.
After her classes, she'd tried to do some of her independent course work, but had given up pretty soon after realizing her thoughts just kept straying to far more interesting things.
She was considering going downstairs to the gym and dancing, even if she hadn't been doing that for months now, because that usually helped with... whatever this was.
But before doing that, she'd happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall, and so she was now staring intently into it, trying to determine what exactly it was about her appearance that seemed to make her look even better than usual.
[ooc: Open post, half open door! Oh my vain girl. ETA: And of course 'tis NWS by now.]
Kate had been feeling antsy pretty much straight since waking up this morning, and hadn't been able to shake the feeling since. And that was weird, when Sunday had been such a good day after such a long stretch of bad days. She only tended to feel this restless when things were entirely messed up.
After her classes, she'd tried to do some of her independent course work, but had given up pretty soon after realizing her thoughts just kept straying to far more interesting things.
She was considering going downstairs to the gym and dancing, even if she hadn't been doing that for months now, because that usually helped with... whatever this was.
But before doing that, she'd happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall, and so she was now staring intently into it, trying to determine what exactly it was about her appearance that seemed to make her look even better than usual.
[ooc: Open post, half open door! Oh my vain girl. ETA: And of course 'tis NWS by now.]
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It would take a while longer for her to realize that was going around.
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In fact, she was going to attempt turning them around now that they were by the bed so that he'd be the one with his back to it, and then try gently pushing him into it.
She could occasionally be pushy too.
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Okay, so maybe she was a little nervous about this. Randomly. Maybe.
She reached into the bag, then handed him a hard package that contained two items. It was fairly easy to tell they were books just by feel. "So... Happy fake birthday, boyfriend."
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"You got me books," he said, pleased and then read the titles. "Kate. These books look amazing. These look..."
He reached for words and then beamed at her. "I love them. Thank you. I've never seen books like these before. It makes me want to start them right now."
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"I'm glad to hear that," she said, still smiling. Possibly like a dork. A bit. "But you better not, 'cause there's still more. Like this."
She pulled out another wrapped gift. This one was considerably smaller and softer, as he'd find out once she handed it over.
This was also the teasing part, yes.
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"These are very bright," he laughed, shaking his head. "And very true, I think. You're incorrigible. And I'll wear them tomorrow."
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Or not. That was hardly the point.
"You promise to wear them?"
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She hesitated a little, then gave it to him. It was CD shaped, mostly because (as unwrapping it would reveal) it was one, with a neat printed track list on the cover.
Kate folded up the empty bag and waited for him to open it.
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"Kate, you made me..." He was smiling at when he glanced over. "You gave me songs. You gave me songs that you picked. You gave me music."
[AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! <33333]
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[<3 I'm a music dork with too much time in my hands. And I must crash. Good night!]
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"I love it," he said sincerely, holding it carefully and reverently. It wasn't like people made things for him all that often. "I love all the gifts you got me."
[Good night!]
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