Apr. 26th, 2005
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She’d arrived. Christian took a quick look in the wall mirror behind the office door, adjusted the lapels of his black jacket, flicked off a piece of lint and checked his hair for stray strands, all the time listening to the accelerating beat of his heart. His palms were damp and his mouth felt dry and, he thought with wry good humor, he was behaving like a . . . well, like a nervous groom.
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OOC: This chat takes place just after this one.
Cillian tells Jason about Holly’s offer.
Cillian had been nearly bouncing by the time he returned to he and Jason's quarters, more excited than he was willing to admit at Holly's proposition. However, part of him was still scared to death of the very idea. Right now, excitement was winning out as he listened to one of the CDs she'd given him, his violin open but still resting in its case for now.
Cillian tells Jason about Holly’s offer.
Cillian had been nearly bouncing by the time he returned to he and Jason's quarters, more excited than he was willing to admit at Holly's proposition. However, part of him was still scared to death of the very idea. Right now, excitement was winning out as he listened to one of the CDs she'd given him, his violin open but still resting in its case for now.