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Sitting on the side of the steps outside her cabin, rather than in it, or at one of the campfires was pretty normal for Effy. She could get air, smoke without (hopefully) pissing cabinmates off too much and take in a bit of the quiet evening without actually having to pretend to care about being sociable. It worked for her.
And she was pretty sure it actually gave her more privacy for a call to Tony than being cramped in her alcove.
It wasn't a long conversation, but more than enough to put her in an even more brooding mood than she had been before. Amazing as she thought Tony was, nothing was quite the same, even a year down the line and the tidbits he was passing back were less than encouraging. Less than usual, even. Fucking parents.
She was just going to stay out here for a bit. Make the most of the slightly cooler evening and the quiet while it still was.
[[Open, but with a SP potential because I've been horribly flaky lately.]]
And she was pretty sure it actually gave her more privacy for a call to Tony than being cramped in her alcove.
It wasn't a long conversation, but more than enough to put her in an even more brooding mood than she had been before. Amazing as she thought Tony was, nothing was quite the same, even a year down the line and the tidbits he was passing back were less than encouraging. Less than usual, even. Fucking parents.
She was just going to stay out here for a bit. Make the most of the slightly cooler evening and the quiet while it still was.
[[Open, but with a SP potential because I've been horribly flaky lately.]]
