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 Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:27 pm
The nib of Dante's quill broke the minute the door shut quietly behind Greg.
"Insolent--!"
He practically tore the drawer open, ripping out the little plushie and taking it over to the trashcan, where he held it over the bin to--
His hand would not let go. No matter how hard he tried--he could not will his fingers to relax.
With a frustrated grunt and more force in his casting hand than one would expect, the Professor threw the plushie to the farthest corner of the room; it disturbed Gilnuir's roost and the bird cawed at him, annoyed.
He sat down again, sighed, and picked up another quill.
He was just fine. His vision was blurring but he was just...fine.
((Aisha can make one more post if she wants, and then I'll start on the Javelin/Greg RP. Let's hold off on Irame/Dante until Javelin gets the story to Irame.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:31 pm
Greg forced another smile on his face as he closed the door behind him. Just another "wonderful" talk with Dante. Another 'wonderful', 'wonderful' talk with Professor Araquenosse… Last talk of course.
His smile faltered for a moment, but he plastered it back on as he continued walking. He wondered if anyone would notice if he went for a run. He wanted to do something were he didn’t have to think about much.
He wasn’t tearing, even though he wanted to. Melinda had told him simply that she hated the way he cried and loved how he had laughed and Dante didn’t care either way. So he couldn’t cry.
He had to laugh. Just like everything was normal.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:44 pm
((....aaaaand I think that's the end! Do you want to start right into the next one, a few weeks later, with Javelin and Greg, or wait a bit?))
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