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Between the flower sale and rehearsal, Karla barely had enough time to grab her mail before catching the portal to Warren's dorm for Valentine's Day plans with Wesley at the ballet. Upon arrival, there was the traditional 'God/Mother Night, I missed you' greeting which took up some time, but eventually, they settled in for a relaxing evening in, with Warren working on a paper for class, and Karla memorizing her lines for Frank.
Eventually, however, she remembered that she'd shoved her mail into her coat pocket and pulled it out to go through. Junk, junk, bills, invoices for 'Dite's, letter from Grezande...and a letter from Worthington Labs. Just looking at the envelope made Karla's heart pound and throat dry. She...honestly hadn't expected a return letter. At least, not quite so quickly. For her to have gotten a reply from him this soon, Warren, Jr must has responded the same day he had gotten her missive.
The letter was short, only three sentences long. And now that it was here, she was going to have to talk to Warren about it. She'd been hoping for a little more time to figure out exactly how to broach the subject to him, that she'd contacted his father about a business arrangement on behalf of Glacia, but it looked that time wasn't something she had anymore of.
"Warren?" she asked, trying not to sound tentative. "You have a minute?"
Eventually, however, she remembered that she'd shoved her mail into her coat pocket and pulled it out to go through. Junk, junk, bills, invoices for 'Dite's, letter from Grezande...and a letter from Worthington Labs. Just looking at the envelope made Karla's heart pound and throat dry. She...honestly hadn't expected a return letter. At least, not quite so quickly. For her to have gotten a reply from him this soon, Warren, Jr must has responded the same day he had gotten her missive.
The letter was short, only three sentences long. And now that it was here, she was going to have to talk to Warren about it. She'd been hoping for a little more time to figure out exactly how to broach the subject to him, that she'd contacted his father about a business arrangement on behalf of Glacia, but it looked that time wasn't something she had anymore of.
"Warren?" she asked, trying not to sound tentative. "You have a minute?"
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Date: 2013-02-14 04:27 am (UTC)"Cuddling is the best," she said, nuzzling him. "I miss your quality snuggling. Come to bed when you're ready, okay?"
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Date: 2013-02-14 04:45 am (UTC)It was going to be a very late night.
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Date: 2013-02-14 05:02 am (UTC)And maybe outline the conversation she'd have with him on Friday. Explain why she'd gone to his dad, the dearth of other options, the desire to not upset him with news of it until she knew for sure, because she'd honestly believed he'd say no and Warren would never need to know of it or stress about it...
Yeah, she wasn't upset about getting a day's reprieve.