Oct. 16th, 2004
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Edited chat! The chat yesterday had a middle section left out, so reposting it now corrected *laughs* So, this chat took place yesterday, on Friday.
Ioan and Cillian meet for lunch and to catch up.
Cillian is a few minutes late as he enters the pub, looking for Ioan. Spotting his friend at a booth in the corner, the boy waves and heads over, grinning. "Hey!" he says brightly, sliding in opposite him.
Ioan and Cillian meet for lunch and to catch up.
Cillian is a few minutes late as he enters the pub, looking for Ioan. Spotting his friend at a booth in the corner, the boy waves and heads over, grinning. "Hey!" he says brightly, sliding in opposite him.
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Oct. 16th, 2004 03:51 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Mads surprises Ioan with their little get away.
Ioan's only just gotten done with his organization class. He first stop is to head back up to Mads' rooms in hopes of finding his lover. When he lets himself in, he sees signs of packing. Forehead crinkling in confusion Ioan looks about for the man. "Mads?"
Ioan's only just gotten done with his organization class. He first stop is to head back up to Mads' rooms in hopes of finding his lover. When he lets himself in, he sees signs of packing. Forehead crinkling in confusion Ioan looks about for the man. "Mads?"
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This log takes place in the evening, sometime after "Sex Ed" with Anna which is preceded by
breakfast with Catherine
Orli curled up against the window, tucking his knees up close to his body as he watched the clouds outside. He wasn't particularly interested in clouds, he just felt like staring at them. At least, until Harry got home.
Harry smiled as he walked down the hall, and turned the doorhandle into the suite. He'd survived singing at the wedding, he'd survived meeting Orlando's mother, he’d survived talking to Anna about sex, and now he had absolutely nothing to do.
breakfast with Catherine
Orli curled up against the window, tucking his knees up close to his body as he watched the clouds outside. He wasn't particularly interested in clouds, he just felt like staring at them. At least, until Harry got home.
Harry smiled as he walked down the hall, and turned the doorhandle into the suite. He'd survived singing at the wedding, he'd survived meeting Orlando's mother, he’d survived talking to Anna about sex, and now he had absolutely nothing to do.