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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Sadde and Isabella in Eclipse
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And Sadde watches it all because she doesn't want to lose a second of seeing Isabella's body in all its glory. Then she finds her clothes and puts them back on.
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"You, too!"
And she's back in her place, and she only has one nightmare that night, and then it is Saturday. She'll brush her teeth and then go get breakfast and then training!
Well, that's the plan, but there's a hitch in that plan when she looks in the mirror and grins like an idiot at her collar.
And she's back in her place, and she only has one nightmare that night, and then it is Saturday. She'll brush her teeth and then go get breakfast and then training!
Well, that's the plan, but there's a hitch in that plan when she looks in the mirror and grins like an idiot at her collar.
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Isabella may be sleeping in; she's not at breakfast when Sadde manages to drag herself away from the mirror.
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Oh, well. She won't begrudge her that.
(She's heeeeeeers, and even if people don't know whose the collar is it's still Isabella's and that's amazing and Sadde feels amazing and it's all great and fantastic and yay.)
Om nom breakfast!
(She's heeeeeeers, and even if people don't know whose the collar is it's still Isabella's and that's amazing and Sadde feels amazing and it's all great and fantastic and yay.)
Om nom breakfast!
Hey look, it's Jackson!
He heads for Sadde and gets close enough to see the collar and spins on his heel and goes in Victor's direction!
He heads for Sadde and gets close enough to see the collar and spins on his heel and goes in Victor's direction!
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"I mean you don't need to have lunch with me if you don't want to...?" she says, somewhat confused (and maybe a little bit hurt?).
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She blinks. Then blinks again. Then raises one hand to the collar. "Um. I don't have to, but I—want to?" She's not sure what else to say, she won't ask 'Why?' because she knows the answers, or thinks she knows anyway, and...
"I was going to have lunch with you but I'm going to be staring at your neck and being depressed about it the entire time and I'm not sure if that's better than staring at Victor's shoes and being depressed about that!"
