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Room 223, Tuesday Noon
Feb. 14th, 2012 04:41 pmNatalie came back from her only (and slightly off-putting) class of the day to find flowers waiting for her. A bouquet of orange and red amaryllis, with a note attached.
Happy Valentine's Day to our own Valentine. Love, Mom & Dad.
Well, she supposed that since her parents hadn't given up on this particular tradition even after she'd moved to a different country (not to mention universe), this probably meant there would also be a birthday gift coming in tomorrow.
As she put the flowers in a vase, she couldn't help but hope it was going to be something that could distract her from this restless, twitchy feeling she was still having. It was starting to get a little old, especially since she had too much pride or self-restraint or some other dumb thing to just lock herself up with Sam somewhere until this hormonal thing blew over.
Sigh.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
Happy Valentine's Day to our own Valentine. Love, Mom & Dad.
Well, she supposed that since her parents hadn't given up on this particular tradition even after she'd moved to a different country (not to mention universe), this probably meant there would also be a birthday gift coming in tomorrow.
As she put the flowers in a vase, she couldn't help but hope it was going to be something that could distract her from this restless, twitchy feeling she was still having. It was starting to get a little old, especially since she had too much pride or self-restraint or some other dumb thing to just lock herself up with Sam somewhere until this hormonal thing blew over.
Sigh.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
