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vatheon2012-07-20 04:08 pm
dualbladepaladin) wrote in vatheon2012-07-20 04:08 pm
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I want you to know you're the heart of my Temple of Thought....
Who: Hubert, Pascal
Where: Graces House
When: Backdate : July 14th, afternoon
Style: Prose
Status: [CLOSED]
"I'll be rooting for you, Hubert!"
Ai's words were still ringing in Hubert's head as he trudged home from the library. A sigh escaped, and he shook his head at the recent memory. Ai was a nice girl, but her naivete was clear to him, and he found himself wondering if there was any use for her advice and encouragement at all. Pascal wasn't even from the same point in time as him! To have a conversation with her over something that hadn't even happened in her memory...
It was pointless, wasn't it... ?
He shouldered the small bag he had some checked out books in and opened the door to the house he shared with his friends, keen ear listening for any signs of life.
"Hello? I'm home!" There didn't seem to be any response, and he was quietly grateful for that. His conversation with Ai had left him distracted, and he knew the second any of them picked up on that, they were going to be all over him with questions.
Something to drink, a good book on the couch, something to keep his mind off it. That's what he needed.
So he headed to the kitchen with every intent of doing just that, believing himself to be alone for the time being.
Where: Graces House
When: Backdate : July 14th, afternoon
Style: Prose
Status: [CLOSED]
"I'll be rooting for you, Hubert!"
Ai's words were still ringing in Hubert's head as he trudged home from the library. A sigh escaped, and he shook his head at the recent memory. Ai was a nice girl, but her naivete was clear to him, and he found himself wondering if there was any use for her advice and encouragement at all. Pascal wasn't even from the same point in time as him! To have a conversation with her over something that hadn't even happened in her memory...
It was pointless, wasn't it... ?
He shouldered the small bag he had some checked out books in and opened the door to the house he shared with his friends, keen ear listening for any signs of life.
"Hello? I'm home!" There didn't seem to be any response, and he was quietly grateful for that. His conversation with Ai had left him distracted, and he knew the second any of them picked up on that, they were going to be all over him with questions.
Something to drink, a good book on the couch, something to keep his mind off it. That's what he needed.
So he headed to the kitchen with every intent of doing just that, believing himself to be alone for the time being.