Sophie had found this week mildly maddening; she'd been sleeping at the mainland three nights out of five, just to feel normal. She was hoping rather strongly that this ridiculous hormonal week would be over soon
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"If only, Ino. If only." Sophie rose gracefully and poured Ino a cup of soothing tea, and one for herself. "You're finding it as unsettling as I am, I take it."
Sophie laughed gently, and held out her cup to Ino. "Understandable. It's distracting, frustrating, and impossible to tell how long it will last. A strategic retreat would seem to be in order."
Max was heading back to his place. Or, at least, that was the plan. He was tense, and needed a cold shower and... a shirt with more than half of its buttons intact.
But when he realized the gallery was still open, he figured... why not stop in? It'd been far too long since he caught up with Sophie, after all.
Far too long indeed. Sophie found herself giving Max's unbuttoned shirt a very appreciative smile before grinning at the man himself. "Hello, Max. It's been a while."
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They even had a portal booked.
That was the only reason she was not Ino McDoomCloud of Rage when she wandered in to see Professor Devereaux.
"Can this week be over, Professor?"
That counted as a hi. In some language.
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But when he realized the gallery was still open, he figured... why not stop in? It'd been far too long since he caught up with Sophie, after all.
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"How have you been?"
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"Oh, rather well. Business. An apprentice or two." She gave him a slow smile. "This week, rather distracted."
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