Université stay

[valetudinarius]

It seems the typist is off to a week-long gathering for musicians in the prairies of Iowa as of tomorrow. At least though, 's taking place at a Université, so it shan't be terribly bad to be stranded from the outside world for a week. It would probably be good for me to get away from everything, anyway, considering.. er. I'll miss you all like Hell

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[valetudinarius]

Indeed I am. The showers open at six o'clock in the morning, I'm told.

Not that I'm.. oh. In hoping that I don't get caught, after all.

[valetudinarius]

...No. Mam'selle typist has one, though. It takes videos, too.

Don't know how to work it, sadly.

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...I think I'll be able to figure it out. Might as well practice on the ride southwards to get there. *pats him*

There there, I'll be sure to tell you all about how lovely it is.

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...Ah, shall be rooming with two or three girls, it couldn't be too terrible. Shall miss you, too.

... God's sake, stop it already. I'm not at there yet.

[valetudinarius]

I most certainly will, you can rest assured.

I'll be sure to tell you every word. Envision ever swish of the hair and hips down the hallway, every curve outlined through the curtains in the showers, and the licking of lips before one goes to blow that clarinet until it screeches...

[valetudinarius]

Such a grand pain!

As her fingers are poised and ready to softly stroke the keys whilst blowing softly with those wet lips to create a soft, thin sounds that could be so much more... *bites lip*

[valetudinarius]

Among aching for other things!

And the director gives a flick of his wrist and they're all doing these things in perfect unison, completely in rhythm, never missing a beat, but when they've finished they're completely at a loss for breath, and their cheeks are slightly flushed and lips slightly redder... *unties cravat and stuffs it in his mouth*

[valetudinarius]

My apologies, good man!

Yet the chairs of the two girls seemed to have shifted closer, as the one with the clarinet stares at the other, licking her lips, as she notices a drop of sweat on the other girl's rolling slowly towards her parted lips and God only knows why we haven't. *would take one with him*