No. 29 [voice]

[hackeralastair]

Well, goddammit.

I've spent like a year and a half working for Stark, minding my own business, staying out of trouble, and letting pretty much everyone that works around me believe that I was a local just like them. Nobody ever had any idea that I was an 'import,' and I was fine with that. I pass for normal just fine. But not anymore. Dammit, I don't even know why, but one of the secretaries was hassling me about a work party for Christmas and I just up and blurted it out. That I'm not even from here.

Dammit!

At least it got her off my back. Not the import thing, the whole diatribe about why I don't want any part of those plans and get that damn mini-tree off the empty desk thank you very much. I might not have liked Weaz by the time he got ported out of here but at least I can keep his desk from being the site of any stupid trees.

....and why the hell am I even bothering to tell you people this?


((ooc: yep, truth bug))

Comments

voice/encrypted;

[shiromadoushi]

[[hooray!]]

When you get back I'm sure we can think of something. [[might be a tooouch of shyness in there. Even though he's mostly thinking cuddles on the couch again]]

voice/encrypted;

[pacifister]

We can. [He really could say more, but exhaustion and the stress of whatever is going to happen tomorrow aren't doing much for him in regards to teasing.] I'll call when I get back.

voice/encrypted;

[shiromadoushi]

All right. I'll be looking forward to it.

Get a good night's sleep, all right? [[because he can tell a little that you sound tired there]]

voice/encrypted;

[pacifister]

I'll try. Good night.

voice/encrypted;

[shiromadoushi]

Good night, Quatre-kun.

[[there may have been a very soft "suki" there but that may have just been your imagination. Or not :)]]