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capeandcowllogs2010-05-27 03:04 am
pacifister) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-05-27 03:04 am
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pacifister and meowminxed
When: 26 May. Just after this.
Where: Winner Corporation. Quatre's office.
Summary: Selina needs answers and Quatre is willing to give them.
Warnings/etc.: The truth.
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The communicator hit the desk with a loud thud, the screen cracking in the process against the hard oak surface. The static of a broken connection could still be heard from the speakers before the power save option kicked in, disconnecting itself and going into hibernate. Quatre didn't move, hands clutching his knees tightly, throat sore with having to try so hard to keep his emotions in check.
He would have to keep doing so if Selina had understood what he'd been trying to say and after several minutes, he stood up, right hand on the desk and the other reaching for the carefully written note that had been left on his pillow, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. Then, he waited. Selina was smart; she would understand, and she'd need the answer.
The important thing now would be if she was willing to keep it secret.
pacifister and meowminxedWhen: 26 May. Just after this.
Where: Winner Corporation. Quatre's office.
Summary: Selina needs answers and Quatre is willing to give them.
Warnings/etc.: The truth.
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The communicator hit the desk with a loud thud, the screen cracking in the process against the hard oak surface. The static of a broken connection could still be heard from the speakers before the power save option kicked in, disconnecting itself and going into hibernate. Quatre didn't move, hands clutching his knees tightly, throat sore with having to try so hard to keep his emotions in check.
He would have to keep doing so if Selina had understood what he'd been trying to say and after several minutes, he stood up, right hand on the desk and the other reaching for the carefully written note that had been left on his pillow, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. Then, he waited. Selina was smart; she would understand, and she'd need the answer.
The important thing now would be if she was willing to keep it secret.