[OTA] Casual Sketches

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Elisha isn't in his office. He's not in his rooms, either, or his studio for that matter. If someone was looking for the King of Clubs, they'd have to go through all the usual suspects and some of the more unusual ones - the training rooms, the kitchens, the offices of the other Club Faces - before they came across him in a secluded corner of Club Castle's vast library. It's not the worst place to do paperwork. But he's not doing paperwork, of course. More...doodling. Faces instead of shapes, this time. There's one of Eileen, one of Hadyn, and maybe a few other random and not so random people. As like as not, they won't ever develop into anything more than this, but it's relaxing.

It gets his mind off everything else for a few moments, at least. At least, until someone finds his hiding place. Or, hey, maybe the library will sprout a picturesque cottage. Anything, apparently, is possible.

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[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

She nods, slowly. Takes a long breath, lets it out. "Okay. I'll-..."

And she wrinkles her nose at that. Caught! "-...do my best."

Which is about all any of them can promise, right?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmm." He can't ask more of her since sometimes Hadyn has to drag him home at night - though he's generally beating Hadyn to the apartment lately, so long as the play's running.

"But don't blame me if an English teacher decides to toss you over his shoulder."

[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

That brings something of color back into her cheeks and she looks down slightly. "Okay, I won't blame you, Elisha."

She can just blame Alasdair, right? Right.`

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

It's perfectly acceptable to him, at least.

"If there's nothing else?" She should get on that work-life balance thing. And he'll get to work demolishing the paperwork she brought him.