IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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He gave her a very sheepish grin in reply, raising a hand to rub through his hair as he shifted to sit up a little better.

"Ah - always. Generally speaking. But is that - is that really why you came to talk to me? To feed me?"

[arsebiscuit]

"Nah, just going to be raiding the kitchen soon. Figured it'd be easier with help."

Raiding, pranking. Same think. The point was the cooks would be out for a whole ten minutes soon and she needed to take advantage.

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"I am pretty sure the cook has a standing warrant for my head," He said, the joke coming a little more easily even if the smile didn't. "But I - ah - I don't think I could say no. My guard is somewhere near by, though. One of the scouts. You'll have to sign off on him and take responsibility for me."

A pause, and a sheepish look.

"And then we just have to make sure not to get caught."

[arsebiscuit]

"Who says guard's got to know?"

It was more or less neutral, if she had to go be all proper she'd leave a fun note for Cass. But you never knew. Some people were more resilient than most.

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That made him smile - honestly, and widely, almost a gratefulness in his eyes.

"... If we get caught, I'm still blaming it all on you. There's a - window. In the back."

[arsebiscuit]

"You really are the dumbest elf around. I don't get caught."

Can't say much for him though. Code of thieves, right? But Sera flashes a grin and is off, out the window then slinking along the wall.