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[victormakesart]

((This entry is QUITE time has no meaning yay and it's locked to the beautiful Candy (but not to Candy's baby) because Vic needs OUT of my HEAD right NOW and it'd be difficult to explain the situation to lotsa folks until it can get played out. *deepbreath* Here goes.))

Victor was pacing in her dorm room. It was a mess of water bottles and papers and books. She hadn't left it since...well, she was trying not to think of that.

She sat down at her desk chair and set to composing an e-mail. Her fingers were skittish and mistake-prone on the keyboard. She used the backspace key more than the letter keys.

TO: Candy Savage < that.crazy.b1tch@gmail.com >
FROM: Victor Allen < victor.needs.coffee@gmail.com >
SUBJECT: Not sure but I should fill in this blank with something so there.
TEXT:
What's going on?
How's Anya?
Did I miss anything?

Comments

Re: TEXT

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Yeppers.

You're nice.

To be fair, it was because her hands were shaking. She wished she could remember why she was so terrified.

Nah. But I feel responsible.

Vic

Re: TEXT

[colourmeinsane.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh

You're nicer.

Well, Candy didn't know this, she only thought of it as a rare occurence. If she did know, she probably wouldn't have smiled.

Still, no time limit means you can work when you're feeling better. I wouldn't worry about it right now.

~Cands

Re: TEXT

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Indeedy.

Pshaw.

Vic wouldn't readily admit to being shakey. She didn't mind her smiling, if she knew hypothetically. It was funny!

True story, there. Yeah. I suppose I can. Also, I have papers to write and I can't concentrate on those either. I really want to write a poem. I think I might do that eventually.

Vic