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[patriciamydear]

Donleavy is pacing back and forth in the lobby, looking furious. A few of her books and papers have gone missing, and---while she's extremely unlikely to need them soon---she is still greatly upset.

She's also not looking where she's going, which means you might run into her if you're not careful...

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[thetelltaleeyes]

Well, here's a Fae, stepping quickly out of her way, a little less ticked off than he's been lately, but still wary and eyes bluer than blue. "...pardon," carefully.

[patriciamydear]

"Excuse you!" she replies sharply.

And then, because Donleavy isn't a total misanthrope:

"Was I blocking your way, sir?"

[thetelltaleeyes]

I was going somewhere. But no, you weren't, until you stepped into it.

[patriciamydear]

"Until I stepped..." she repeats absently.

"I have been a bit careless as of late. Some of my things have gone missing, and I've been rather distracted as a result."

[thetelltaleeyes]

His eyebrows go up. "Some of your things?"

[patriciamydear]

"Just a few books and papers."

She may have just mislaid them, but Donleavy is far too paranoid to accept that particular possibility.

[thetelltaleeyes]

Well yes, that's what Bast's thinking, and probably why his mouth sort of twitches. "I see. I don't think anyone would take them."

[patriciamydear]

"Oh, I hope not! Some of them have great...sentimental value."

[thetelltaleeyes]

"Then I think people would be less inclined to do so. Is it possible that you misplaced them?"

[patriciamydear]

"I suppose I may have left them in the library..."

Or the kitchen. Or her room. Or...just about anywhere, really. Living in the Mansion has played hell with her normally impeccable organization skills.

[thetelltaleeyes]

"That would be my first thought."