Alice is sitting in her room, absently doodling when her PINpoint beeps. She picks it up from beside her on her desk, quietly glad she doesn't have to hide it anymore. At least her ever-so-awkward visit served its intended purpose. She wonders if her aunt and uncle would ever want to visit the Nexus proper -- that would be a mind-bender for them. Though at least there would be no -- Argh, no Alice! You were doing so well in not fantasizing about him!
She shakes her head and looks at what's on the screen. Irony of ironies -- it's a message from Victor. She frowns as she reads the opening paragraph -- damn, she has been a rather neglectful and inadequate girlfriend, hasn't she? She's just been so worried that he'd catch her staring and be -- perhaps not angered, but very flustered by the attention. . . .
And then she comes on the part about him worrying his body had disgusted her. She stares, stunned. Disgusted? How could he ever think -- Except he's Victor, of course he would think --
Damn the awkwardness, this perception needs to be corrected immediately. She skims through the rest of the message, notes that she's welcome to come to his room, and promptly sends herself there.
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She shakes her head and looks at what's on the screen. Irony of ironies -- it's a message from Victor. She frowns as she reads the opening paragraph -- damn, she has been a rather neglectful and inadequate girlfriend, hasn't she? She's just been so worried that he'd catch her staring and be -- perhaps not angered, but very flustered by the attention. . . .
And then she comes on the part about him worrying his body had disgusted her. She stares, stunned. Disgusted? How could he ever think -- Except he's Victor, of course he would think --
Damn the awkwardness, this perception needs to be corrected immediately. She skims through the rest of the message, notes that she's welcome to come to his room, and promptly sends herself there.