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bellabelgium) wrote2012-11-04 11:19 pm
bellabelgium) wrote2012-11-04 11:19 pm
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[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.
Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]
Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]
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Is something wrong?
[ Looking very confused, she watches him as he starts to rearrange things, slowly coming to the realization that he's setting it up to sit next to her. She can't help but smile, waiting for him patiently. ]
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[And as he finishes up and fwumps down into the seat beside her, leaning back to shoot her a grin half-genuine and half-cocky:]
Not now.
[Then he grabs his glass.]
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Happy Sinterklaas, Ned.
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[He leans his shoulder into hers before he even bothers clinking his glass back. Yep, way better.]
Time to backtag~