Treat G. Lorimer (omnomnoming) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-10-20 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-23, tanith, treat |
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
Who: Tanith and Treat
Where: Treat's home ;; Tanith's...wherever
When: Morning
Treat sat in his home office, shuffling through the pile of mail that he'd been ignoring for the past few days. His mother couldn't seem to stop sending him letters describing the state of his father's anxiety. Treat couldn't care less. Morticia climbed up onto his lap as he picked up a bill and placed it in the "important pile." Most everything else went directly into his shredder. Morticia purred at the lack of attention and dug her claws into his bathrobe. Treat pulled her claws out of it. "That's Angora, my dear," he scolded absent-mindedly as he found a piece of mail that stood out. Picking it up, he read the first few lines: "private party at the Ann Arbor Hotel di Sei Ali..." Checking the postmark, he'd gotten it yesterday. Hm. He quickly scanned the rest of the message before setting it down and taking a deep breath. He could call Cameron, but it was the lady's special day. It could wait until tomorrow. There was someone else he could call, however...and since the vampire had not been disposed of yet, nothing dubious to be had by a phone call. He could always just be persistently calling to check if she was ready to have dinner.
Reaching over for his cell phone without displacing Morticia, he scrolled through his contact list before her name popped up. Pressing the green button, he placed the phone against his ear as he waited for her to pick up. Knowing her, she wouldn't. But, hey, maybe today she'd surprise him.