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reunion.
There's another room next door to Ari's, with a connecting door; the door to the hall is sealed off from the inside -- it's plain, if not quite spartan, with two beds and one wide, flat desk. Catlin sits down on the end of the nearer bed, and pulls Florian down with her in a rare gesture, wanting him close by. "What happened?" -
drift.
Catlin's not social. One of the basic tenets of her existence, a feature rather than a bug; she's the cold counterweight to Florian's deceptive friendliness, the light to his shadow, left hand and right. They're a matched set, made to fit perfectly ( Read more... ) -
tree.
[typist] A ficcish sceneish sort of thing. Anyone who feels up to dealing with a scary girl in a weird and troubled state of mind is welcome to comment. We think. [/typist]
Catlin is up a tree.
This in itself is a little scary. Things don't grow this tall, in Catlin's experience, and if they do you certainly don't get near them. She ( Read more... ) -
protest.
Typist is reading Finity's End.
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We're people. -
three.
Typist still thinks it's funny I'm writing in this -- quote, "such a CIT thing to do" unquote. But it's interesting.
She also thinks it's funny I catch on to it quicker than Florian does. Which shows she's not paying attention. He wants to know why things are before he tries them. I just need to know how.
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suggestion.
Typist seems to think I should do this pen pal thing now.
She's weird.
