fifty-eight

[misslafosse]

[She looks down at her small, silver watch and smiles faintly. Then, she reaches over and tears something. It's a page from her little calendar (those tiny calendars were so cute, after all) and it reveals October 1st is circled in red.]

Well, what do you know? Looks like it's my anniversary. Never even thought I'd stay here this long.

[She

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[iknowhowtogetit]

[just lounging around. someone just wants to go to sleep! but first? she'll play dumb.]

Yeah? Why's that?

[misslafosse]

[A coy glance over her shoulder at Jun, and she turns back to her vanity, letting her curls down.]

Because I've met someone and fallen madly in love with them.

[iknowhowtogetit]

[she's watching that curiously, because hell, she's grown accustomed to taking in details such as those... and smiles.]

What? When am I going to meet the bastard?

[misslafosse]

[She lets out a sigh, robe slipping off of one shoulder.]

I'm afraid you already have. Several times, in fact.

[mysticalvender]

Happy Paraversary, Hummingbird.

[misslafosse]

Thank you, Lorne. When is yours?

[mysticalvender]

Sometime in November, I think.