MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon

[sweet_balls]

Shelley was concentrating less on the fact that it was Valentines Day and more on trying to figure out why her apartment smelled. "It smells like fart," she declared for about the tenth time that day, opening the front door to the apartment in hopes of a draft

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[guardian_god]

After the plane landed and things were sorted out, Alberta had insisted Dimitri go to his visitor lodgings and get some rest. She was right. It had been a long few days, but there was something Dimitri felt he had to do before sleeping.

And so Shelley's phone was ringing.

[sweet_balls]

"Hello," Shelley answered brightly.

[guardian_god]

"Shelley, it's Dimitri, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Oh, please let him not be interrupting anything.

[sweet_balls]

"I'm cleaning!" He should be proud. "And I made coffee." She had now run through her list of accomplishments for the day, so she added, "The apartment smells like fart."

Maybe he had some insight.