Room 401, Wednesday Evening
Jul. 18th, 2012 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nottrivialEarlier this evening, Alec had made the mistake of taking a call from Isabelle on what was apparently a really slow night for the demon world of New York.
Forty-five minutes later... here he sat. Still talking to her.
Or, well. Listening, and occasionally managing to get a word in.
Which was comforting, in a way -- Alec missed his sister, and her motormouth tendencies made for a nice reminder of home -- but, you know, he'd really like to either accomplish something at some point tonight (he'd been planning on going down to the salle) or at least have the chance to speak. You know. Eventually.
Finally he gave up and just held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, using his free hand to touch up some of the runes on his other arm with his stele. "Uh-huh," he said in response to... something Isabelle was rambling about. "I agree."
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Forty-five minutes later... here he sat. Still talking to her.
Or, well. Listening, and occasionally managing to get a word in.
Which was comforting, in a way -- Alec missed his sister, and her motormouth tendencies made for a nice reminder of home -- but, you know, he'd really like to either accomplish something at some point tonight (he'd been planning on going down to the salle) or at least have the chance to speak. You know. Eventually.
Finally he gave up and just held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, using his free hand to touch up some of the runes on his other arm with his stele. "Uh-huh," he said in response to... something Isabelle was rambling about. "I agree."
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