Room 513 of Different International Relations; Sunday Afternoon [ 06/21 ].

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle was sitting on her bed, legs folded in front of her, which was very common for her, but there was a distinct lack of the usual scattering of reports and charts and graphs and files. Instead, there was just a newspaper folded to recent sports scores, and she had a telephone in her hand and she was talking into it, bright and animated. Of

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[minnesota_teen]

There was a soft knock on her door frame. "Hey, Turtle," Amber said quietly. "You busy?"

[stocksgrrl]

"Not at all," Turtle smiled up from the bed. "Perfect timing, actually, I just got off the phone. What can I do you for, Amber?"

[minnesota_teen]

She smiled and invited herself in. "Nothing much, actually." She shrugged. "Just seeing what you were up to." There was a purpose to her visit and she'd get around to it, eventually.

[stocksgrrl]

"Just a call to my dad," Turtle said, a little tentatively because she knew Amber didn't really have a father and didn't want to spark up any unintentional emo over it because of what today was. She rolled up the newspaper and set it aside on her bedside table, and then shifted over, patting the unusually cleared space to Amber to have a seat if she'd like. "You so bored you've just decided to randomly say hi? Not that I mind, of course."

[shyest_eyes]

"Good e-evening, Turtle-san," Hinata said, smiling at her from the door.

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle looked up, instantly smiling when she saw who was there. "Hinata! Hi! How's it going?"

[shyest_eyes]

"Well enough," she said, slipping inside the room. "If seemingly a bit absent-minded."

Hinata laughed ruefully, holding up her book. "I thought to r-read on the roof, and then neglected to bring a light to see by."

[stocksgrrl]

"Whoops," Turtle said, chuckling a little. "What book is it?"