Room 322, Monday Midday

[not_every_mage]

Kathy had no way of knowing this, but her Valentine's Gift couldn't have come at a better time -- although probably not for the reasons she intended. Nathan had gone home over the weekend, and he hadn't been sure how long he'd need to stay. The important thing to Anders was that, romantically speaking, it had been goodbye.

Anders knew from the start that they'd almost certainly need to split up to go back to their respective worlds someday, and Nathan's growing distraction had made that unpleasant fact ever more clear of late. But Anders still held on to a stupid romantic hope that somehow, the break wouldn't come until the hazy future.

With that hope dashed, he was going to drain the bottle of champagne from the gift basket, eat the strawberry tarts, and write maudlin poetry in the journal. He knew he'd recover, but he deserved a good wallow first.

[OOC: Door closed but knockable.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd been out and about, but around noon he showed up back at the room, nudging the door open with his foot and planting his shoulder against the doorway.

"You look like you need the special stash," he commented.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy would be thrilled to know that her Valentine's basket was so timely--but not to discover the reasons why that was so.

"Knock knock!" she called, rapping her knuckles on the door to the room. She was filled with jittery, too-familiar energy again, but was determined to ignore it. She was a goddamn adult, not a slave to her overactive hormones.