[ Snug in her new room (and this one is actually hers, not a room she accidentally kicked someone else out of) in the townhouse that she had helped pick out, Ariadne is tapping a pen against her desk, puzzling over a notebook with a cup of coffee rapidly cooling next to her. Brown eyes don’t even glance at her device, and the edge of the pen finds
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Okay, sounds good.
[ Hopefully it's not "LAWLZ I'M SO RANDOM LLAMAS RAINBOWS" crackfic or she is going to be disappointed in you, Billy. ]
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