mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-02-20 16:31:00 |
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Declan; Apartment 11201; Saturday evening.
Declan walked into an empty apartment grinning like an idiot with a huge box in his hands. He'd been worried about Sterrin all week. Ever since he'd told her of Callan's visit, she'd been unnaturally subdued and spending more and more time away from the apartment - not that he and Jack were complaining about that - but he still worried. He didn't know where she went, although he assumed it was to Max and that was far better than some of the alternatives she'd chosen in the past when it came to Callan. She was at least somewhere semi-safe.
Still, she'd have to come home sometime and he'd bought something for her that was guaranteed to at least make her laugh, or piss her off so much she tried to get back at him. She'd at least be behaving like herself then.
He carried the box into her bedroom and pulled back the sheets on her bed just a bit. He arranged the Manllow on the bed so that it's hand was resting against it's hair and looking appropriately broody, and then laughed as he stepped back to take a look. The only thing that would make it better was if they had ones that would play that goofy chuckle when you squeezed it's hand or something, but one couldn't have everything, could they? Maybe for her birthday.
Smiling, he tucked his note in the collar of the Manllow's shirt and walked out.
Sterrin -
Sorry, it didn't come with a bottom half.
Love,
Dec