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So, that had been an awfully short school dance experience for both Natalie and Sam. She couldn't speak for him but she personally was just fine with that. They'd gone there, they'd made an appearance, they'd talked to a couple of people for about ten minutes or so, and then they'd been on their way.
On their way here, specifically. The hotel. Where Natalie had just managed to get the door to their room open after some minor fumbling with the key. Or, major fumbling.
"That was weird."
Or maybe she was just a little distracted.
[ooc: For the hormone-addled necromancer, and bound to be NSFW. It's sex pollen time, what did you expect?]
On their way here, specifically. The hotel. Where Natalie had just managed to get the door to their room open after some minor fumbling with the key. Or, major fumbling.
"That was weird."
Or maybe she was just a little distracted.
[ooc: For the hormone-addled necromancer, and bound to be NSFW. It's sex pollen time, what did you expect?]
