When she heard the first file, she started heading back to their room. Each successive one makes her move a little faster. And then that last one.
By the time she gets back to their room, she opens the door, doesn't even bother closing it behind her, and practically leaps at Natalie, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly, and maybe crying a little.
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When she heard the first file, she started heading back to their room. Each successive one makes her move a little faster. And then that last one.
By the time she gets back to their room, she opens the door, doesn't even bother closing it behind her, and practically leaps at Natalie, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly, and maybe crying a little.
yeah you can probably tell she got them, huh.]
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Hey—
[oh, that sure is a leap! and a hug. and tears. after a moment of shock, she returns the embrace, taking a wild guess.]
You heard it, huh?
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... I love you too.
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[this reaction should have been an answer enough but she's insecure okay]
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[her shoulder is going to be getting a little wet but shh.]
... I like hearing you sing.
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[she was too focused on her immense gay feelings to make it top notch]
But I'm glad you like it.
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[THE GAY MAKES IT BETTER
but she's going for a kiss now. a slightly damp one from how she's been crying, but dammit, she is so full of gay feelings right now.]
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[kisses are incredibly welcome!! she returns it with a smile.]
Love you.
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I love you too. More than anything...
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Well, you aren't half bad yourself.
[good luck out-gaying this present nightingale]
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words are hard and she's too full of feelings.]
I... still don't get this tradition or anything, but...
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But?
[you can do it nightingale]
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[she's losing her momentum and her nerve fast, though.]
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[it comes out quickly and she's looking away.]
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[help]
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she's pulling out a basket covered in a cloth of sausages wrapped in biscuit]
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Merry early Christmas.
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[they're good! but allen only described them a little bit so she's had to guess at it. not necessarily christmas-y.]
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It's delicious, just like I knew it would be.
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[that music is so damn gay]
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