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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-04-01 12:02 am
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Room 418, Saturday Morning

Cara was sprawled out across the bed. Alone. And if last night had hardly been the social highlight of her year, it hadn't been unpleasant either.

She still thought that pie fountain was a patently ridiculous idea though.

[Mainly for the kid, whose paternity is NFB please.]
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Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-04-01 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
For her part, Cara was leaning against her desk. "How'd that happen?"

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[identity profile] not-really-rahl.livejournal.com 2012-04-01 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Looked in a mirror lately?" Mason asked. "It was kind of obvious something was up there. So I started asking questions..."

That was something of an understatement.
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Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-04-01 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
"And you got answers you didn't like," Cara finished for him.

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[identity profile] not-really-rahl.livejournal.com 2012-04-01 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Mason said. "I mean it wasn't great finding out Richard's my uncle instead of my father. But I didn't mind some of them."

He was guessing this Cara was even worse dealing with open displays of affection than his was, but hopefully she got the hint.
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