Search Nine: Locked to Heather

[harryusedworry]

[Well, with the new arrival it was bound to happen sooner or later. In the hotel room, making sure Henry is out somewhere. Harry looks over at his daughter.]

Cheryl. We need to talk.

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[foolishwren]

[It's been a little while since Douglas's arrival, and although Heather had returned to the hotel room that night beaming, it hadn't taken long to pick up on the poor vibe in the place. Nor had it taken long for her to remember her father's feelings on the subject of the detective...]

[So she'd sort of stayed silent outside of the initial 'HEY SO ANOTHER ONE ARRIVED...']

[Until now, anyway.]

[The talk had to happen sooner or later...]

[She looks up from where she'd been sitting on her bed, tapping around on her 'Gear playing one of the little downloadable games you could get on there.]

... Oh, uh... okay.

Just... let me save.

[Stalling tactics~!]

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[harryusedworry]

[He's sitting at the table ...waiting for her.]

Cheryl.

[Action]

[foolishwren]

[... Urk.]

[Okay.]

[Hunching her shoulders in that sort of 'I'm coming, I'm coming' way, she hastily closes out of the game and sets the 'Gear aside (where it's sneakily snatched up by a blue, amphibious flipper-- Butch the Quagsire likes sneaking off with that thing) and gets up, slowly heading over to the table with a bit of a grimace on her face.]

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[harryusedworry]

[Waits for her to sit down. It's like old times isn't it. You almost expect him to ask where you were the night before.]