Room 332, Early Tuesday Morning

Apr 07, 2009 08:38

Elmo had tired himself out at art club, poor little guy; after the club meeting, some handwavy dancing around the dorms, and a few stories, he said night-night to Dorothy and went to bed ( Read more... )

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not_a_mused April 7 2009, 14:11:28 UTC
At some point, there came a light knock on Claire's door.

Cal wasn't yet sure if he was coming around to comfort or mock. He was going to wait it out and see which way Claire's mood was blowing and let it take him from there.

[[ and SP = awesome ]]

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swipedthatfoot April 7 2009, 14:16:30 UTC
Fantastic.

"No one's here," she called from under her pillow. "Go 'way."

[SP = love!]

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not_a_mused April 7 2009, 14:18:13 UTC
That was enough to at least give Cal the decency to not address her as Elmo as he responded through the door.

"Claire, it's me. Can I come in?"

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swipedthatfoot April 7 2009, 14:38:12 UTC
At least he hadn't called her Elmo, which was the only reason Claire answered. "It's not locked," she called. She sat up to rub the sleep out of her eyes and pull her hair into a ponytail. "Come on in."

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