Dossier Thirty One

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta sits curled up in one of the old theater seats, picking at an ancient bit of something that is stuck to its arm. She looks tired, though not ill, at least, and it seems as though she's been crying.]

Louise Antoinette Laure... I bet she's pretty, too.

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[ghostlighter]

Why not?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] B... I can't ask him about something like that.

[ghostlighter]

He told you about it in the first place, didn't he?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....>>;]

No, signore.

[ghostlighter]

[... oh. :I]

I still think you should ask. If it's bugging you, you won't be able to concentrate on the things you need to, right?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[BUT WHAT IF HE DOES HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? D: Bad things would happen. BAD THINGS.]

[ghostlighter]

[Does he? WELL. ... YOU'LL NEVER KNOW UNTIL YOU ASK.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[As a matter of fact, he does not. A fact for which the Continued Existence of the World is very grateful.] I can't ask him something like that.

[ghostlighter]

[Then what, pray tell, is the relation?] Why not? Just tell him you overheard the name, and you're wondering who it is.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[There is none! Sadly. He bought Henrietta an antique kaleidoscope that had an old engraving on the bottom.] I didn't, though. It was on a present in his room.

[ghostlighter]

[... lawl.] Oh.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ DX She curls into a little miserable ball.]