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[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

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sob I am sorry about my slooooow

[as_damaged]

So it is.

[Their track record on holidays hasn't been so good, has it? But of course there isn't-- might as well not be, anyway-- any track record to speak of, now.

She curls her fingers around her mug.]

Good chance there'll be a curse. They love holidays.

no woooorries

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs in a way that chiefly afflicts his face, squinting one eye closed and curling a corner of his lip.]

It's going to be my second turkey day this year. Might try not to go so hard on the wild variety this time round.

[And a sip of his coffee, to punctuate.]

[as_damaged]

[That is perhaps the most promising thing she's heard in months.]

I haven't made any plans, myself.

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[He glances across at her, blinking slowly.

That might not be the invitation it sort-of sounded like, so he clears his throat before speaking and all but repeats act casual out loud to himself.]

Really? [AHEM.] I guess—Maybe we could get that lunch.

[as_damaged]

[She meant it as more of an I don't advocate celebrating holidays here, but that's an easy mistake to make. If she's staring, it's only because she's still not used to that tentativeness.]

Maybe. [Quietly. Not quite as dubiously as she feels.]

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[He rucks up his shirt sleeve enough to glance at his watch.]

About sixteen hours to think about it, if you want to call and let me know.

[And that hand gets tucked into his back jean's pocket.]

I should hear the phone. I'm doing some work on a place down by the beach, gets noisy sometimes.

[as_damaged]

[Cameron tilts her head slightly, considering that.]

We'll see.

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[Cagey as hell. Chase doesn't see a problem with allowing himself the smallest smile into his coffee.]

This is good.

[as_damaged]

[If she gave him a straight answer, wouldn't it seem more suspect? Besides, the last thing she wants is to commit to seeing him and then end up cursed, unable to shut her mouth or turned into a turkey or something.]

It was a gift,

[she says, with a trace of a smile, because she's not sure what to say, really.]