The York Gallery; Sunday [ 06/22 ]
Despite her best efforts to just lay low (i.e. hole herself up) with the combination of her boyfriend turning into a rabbit and....whatever the hell it was that was going on outside, Charlotte still emerged out of her apartment to open the gallery. Considering that both Eve and Kevin had both managed to come to work yesterday and the day before, she knew she couldn't go and be bested by her employees in the matter. Hopefully, she hoped that most ghosts weren't too terribly interested in art, anyway. Besides, her attention was less on the exhibit and more on trying to keep a certain officer of the law who wasn't quite himself from going about his duty.
"Dale, I'm sorry," she said, picking up the rabbit lightly as he tried to slip out of the door yet again. "I understand that you feel you should help, but you're in absolutely no condition to do so. What are you going to do? Twitch your nose at them? You stay right here, or, so help me, I'll stop making you coffee. Don't look at me like that. I'd do it. I will..."
[[ BDE = OCD FREE. woot. ]]
"Dale, I'm sorry," she said, picking up the rabbit lightly as he tried to slip out of the door yet again. "I understand that you feel you should help, but you're in absolutely no condition to do so. What are you going to do? Twitch your nose at them? You stay right here, or, so help me, I'll stop making you coffee. Don't look at me like that. I'd do it. I will..."
[[ BDE = OCD FREE. woot. ]]