Comments | rowan_academy: Week 31, Wednesday, Shop Class

boggan in rowan_academy

Week 31, Wednesday, Shop Class

Mar 14, 2005 14:15

((OOC: Takes place after this thread.))

Looking slightly put out, Freida peeks her head into the shop class door. A long white box is tucked under one of her arms, an envelope clasped in her other hand. "Hey--is Gudge about?"

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gudgeon March 14 2005, 13:27:21 UTC

"Hey, I recognize that voice," says Gudge, his head popping up over the top of a table, where he'd been leaned over picking up a dropped tool. "What the fuck's shakin', Freida?"

boggan March 14 2005, 13:35:46 UTC

Freida zips into the classroom, glad the teacher has wandered off somewhere. "You must be shakin', you hunka hunka burnin' love, to get a letter like this! Didn't know you had it in you! Anyway, here."

She thrusts the ripped open envelope into Gudge's hands. As for the box... The scent of roses is strong even with it closed. "Sorry, I opened it all. These were delivered to my room by mistake. Someone must have mixed you up with Spindle and then I thought it was all for me and..."

She laughs nervously. "But, man. What a letter. Couldn't help reading it all, you lucky dog! I wouldn't suggest reading it in class."

gudgeon March 14 2005, 19:22:10 UTC

Holding the box delicately in his still-greasy hands, he sets it down on the nearest counter-top. With a puzzled look on his face he says, "Shit... Who the fuck is sending me flowers and steamy notes? I've been too gods-be-damned busy to be chasing anyone. Hmmm..."

He looks at Freida. "Could you maybe read me the note? I'm up to my elbows in grease, and would hate to have to wash it all off, as I'm sort of in the middle of something."

boggan March 14 2005, 20:06:44 UTC

A flush creeps up from Freida's rather daring neckline. "Could we, uh, at least step into the hall? This isn't the time or place..."

"Sure it is, sweetheart," another Nocker cuts in, waggling his eyebrows. "We're all ears."

With an eyeroll, she grabs Gudge by the elbow and drags him outside before he can say another word. After bumping the door shut with her hip, she pulls the letter out of the envelope. She stares at it a moment, the blush deepening, before clearing her throat and beginning to read.

"My dearest Gudgeon ( ... )

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