Closed & Owl to Reid
Sebastian was trying to remain detached even as he paced around the office that had once been his father's. He was going to stick out through this Burning Man fiasco - of which he was getting essentially no where since he just didn't have the connections here that he had in, say, France - then disappear again. That was the best case scenario. Worst case, he had until the middle of January, when the full moon ran him out of town under a sense of sheer self-preservation.
He looked down and caught sight of a notepad his mother had jotted a note on, something in a code Sebastian could work out if he tried. It hadn't been terribly clever, apparently, since they'd been found. Maybe self-preservation in this case meant getting out for a bit and having a distraction.
And maybe he could have a bit of fun in the mean time.
Shaking his head at himself, Sebastian took up a quill.
[Owl to Reid]
Your roommate is a pushy sort. Jems' father sends his best, too, by the way. Did you know you had that many people speaking ridiculously highly of you?
-SD
He looked down and caught sight of a notepad his mother had jotted a note on, something in a code Sebastian could work out if he tried. It hadn't been terribly clever, apparently, since they'd been found. Maybe self-preservation in this case meant getting out for a bit and having a distraction.
And maybe he could have a bit of fun in the mean time.
Shaking his head at himself, Sebastian took up a quill.
[Owl to Reid]
Your roommate is a pushy sort. Jems' father sends his best, too, by the way. Did you know you had that many people speaking ridiculously highly of you?
-SD