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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 11:25 am
"Clearly, the only place I have to be is right here." Harvard followed behind the two women, looking around her room. It was fairly standard in its furnishings, if double the size of the standard. Another door on the same side they'd entered confirmed that this was a double. "Big room. Co-habitating?" He gave Caroline's hand a gentle squeeze again and released it to look out of the window. "Not a bad view, all in all." After a moment, he looked back at Stormy. "Sorry I didn't get you a real gift, Stormy. Bit of a time crunch."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 9:24 pm
She nodded at Harvard. "Me--My boyfriend and I," she said, ever the English major. Stormy pointed down the hall, which extended to another small living room just like the one they were standing in. The edge of an older piano could be seen. "221A Baker Street." Then she pointed at her feet. "221B Baker Street. It's a joke between us. Sometimes he calls me Watson or Sherlock. He had a house in town, but the dorms are a little safer. So, um, compromise."
Caroline's seemingly genuine outpouring of positivity made her want to shrink again. It was alien to her still that anyone she had barely met would care that much; Harvard had gotten the blunt end of that learned suspicion through DMs, but for Caroline it was subtler: glances up at her faces, awkward pauses rather than affirmations or reactions towards those kind words. It was almost like hitting a wall, with the sentiments just piling up against her as they fell, waiting for her to cave.
She set the box on the coffee table and made a small motion for them to sit on the couch, belatedly sweeping the cigarette box into her pocket to clear up more room for the plates. She found a stack of paper ones (half of them with cupcakes, the other half with stylized penguins), a knife, and napkins, and brought them all to serve her guests. It was just the slice to share between them, but Stormy did her best to cut them into 3 even-ish pieces.
"You already gave me a gift when you didn't have to," she said as she placed each piece on their plates. "Many gifts. The balloons are festive, I like them." Hopefully they'd last a while. "But, um...why me? Other people have birthdays every day."
Nothing Yet i wish i wasnt too tired to find cute appropriate gifs to return pls imagine one 4 me
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 12:13 am
Hearing 'boyfriend' roused her from her reverie for the sake of giving Stormy an especially fawning look, charmed by the thought. The timing was fortunate for focusing in time to catch her explanation of the room number, and the piece clicked into place as she finished explaining. "Yes! That's why it was familiar!" There was triumph and gratitude alike in her tone, eyes alight with the discovery. "I like it. And you're clever enough to be both of them, that's for certain. I have to admit that my favorite was always Irene, though." The smile that followed was markedly more toothy than her usual, but she didn't elaborate as to why. Instead, she used the time to behave as a proper guest, sitting where she was instructed. Her eyes remained on Stormy as she busied herself with plates and cutlery, excepting a glance or two with a smile towards Harvard. Watching her do something with familiarity and purpose was an oddly nice thing, even when the task was fairly minor in itself. She didn't know why, not from what little she knew about her - something in her demeanor was just different, for the better. "Three's good company," she idly remarked, gaze on the divided pieces for as long as they were together. It moved to Stormy once each was distributed. "Thanks. Thank you for sharing your birthday with us. And sure, you're right. But today's your birthday, and those other people aren't you." Hesitance to answer on Harvard's behalf again was shrouded with a bite of cake, which she let linger on her tongue for as long as she reasonably could.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 5:20 pm
"If you're both Sherlock and Watson, then who is your boyfriend?" The corners of Harvard's mouth twitched, but he didn't say 'Mrs. Hudson?' aloud. It would have been beyond rude and he didn't feel like being rude to Stormy. "Yes, 'The Woman' is exactly who I thought you'd like, Caroline." He moved to sit down next to her, one hand sliding to squeeze her thigh briefly. Much like Caroline, he wanted Stormy as she moved around, something utterly domestic in even the paper places she places before them. "There doesn't have to be a reason. But, if you want, you can pick from a list: I wanted to, we wanted to, it's your birthday, it's your birthday, you deserve what little we've managed to scrape together." He had smiled at Caroline's answer - it had been perfect and wound it's way into his own speech as well. He looked idly down at the cupcake decorated plate, so saccharine. He took one bite of the cake, pleased to find it wasn't sickeningly sweet. Idly, he wondered if the kid who'd made it knew Stormy. "Does it bother you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:25 pm
There was a slight pause. "It wasn't both," she said, faltering yet wanting to correct. " I wasn't both, it's just..." I don't remember which one he called me anymore.Stormy ran one hand over the back of the other, a small motion for the wriggling within. "I like Irene," she offered, more demure, more the withdrawn thing Harvard and Caroline had seen approach them. "Never got to read when she came in, but I know about her a little." Prod the conversation elsewhere. Let them pull the train she had switched on. Stormy was content to nibble on her cake and listen and shut up. She didn't answer his question; she didn't really need to at this point.
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