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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 16:45:31 GMT -5
((See his last post in the kitchen thread. He's, um, waiting. And has stuff to discuss.))
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Post by Micaela on Sept 26, 2009 16:47:02 GMT -5
*She headed back towards her room later, carrying a plateful of brownies and with Moo following behind her.*
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 16:51:02 GMT -5
"Micaela-"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 26, 2009 16:52:17 GMT -5
"Oh." *Was all she said when she realized who was standing outside her door.* "So I kind of had a meltdown at dinner." *She shifted her weight to one leg and looked at the brownies and then her feet.*
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 16:55:57 GMT -5
"I heard what you said."
His voice was very carefully neutral.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 26, 2009 16:57:22 GMT -5
"Look, it wasn't fair to blame you for me being here." *She looked up.* "I'm sorry, I just miss my family and my friends and my life, and it hit me tonight exactly how much."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 17:02:24 GMT -5
"I realize that I have neglected the existence of your family..."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 26, 2009 17:04:45 GMT -5
"It only makes sense; it's not like you've ever met them, or I ever really even talk about them..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 17:10:06 GMT -5
"If you wanted them to... to come here..."
The idea obviously distressed him.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 26, 2009 17:12:43 GMT -5
"Adrian... they can't. The one place I can't go is home." *She said softly.*
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