Anita walks in and looks around for Jean-Claude. She didn't know why, but for some reason, she felt like she needed to see him today. Chaulking it up to the marks they shared, that when he was hurting or something, she would feel it, all she knew was that she had this strange longing to find him.
Lifting his head, he looked toward her and gave a faint smile. His eyes were dimmed slightly and there were red ripplets of blood streaming from his eyes, like he had been crying. He wiped them away and shut the book, which was the day planner she had given him.
Old memories resurfacing, that is all. I'm fine. *He said in a mild, off hand sort of way but it was obvious that whatever it was, these memories were hurtful.*
Things have been busy, ma petite. Apparently, while we've been gone, St. Louis was hit by a hurricane. I am over-seeing the reproduction of Guilty Pleasures and Cirus of the Damned. I apologize if you've been having trouble getting a hold of me.
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Jean-Claude?
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Ah, my petite. Bonjour.
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