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Room 227, Thursday Late Morning
Aug. 9th, 2012 06:13 pmNatalie's repression was starting to fail a little bit. Not about the AU thing, nope, not about the recen past. Rather, the future. Studying for finals (mostly independent ones) meant that the term was ending. Which meant that summer was ending. Which meant that ––
She wasn't sure what it meant because she hadn't actually talked to Sam about it at all, yet. And today wans't going to be the day to do it, either. He was out, somewhere, probably skateboarding. And she was in their room, alternating between music on her keyboard and productive things on her computer.
Right now it was the keyboard's turn. Some Mozart piece she didn't really like but was practising anyway. It served the purpose of distraction, if nothing else.
[ooc: Open door/open post!]
She wasn't sure what it meant because she hadn't actually talked to Sam about it at all, yet. And today wans't going to be the day to do it, either. He was out, somewhere, probably skateboarding. And she was in their room, alternating between music on her keyboard and productive things on her computer.
Right now it was the keyboard's turn. Some Mozart piece she didn't really like but was practising anyway. It served the purpose of distraction, if nothing else.
[ooc: Open door/open post!]
