For Baileigh...
May. 13th, 2008 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elementof_riskWhat with the jet lag, Sark was up fairly early Tuesday morning, studying the ceiling for a while before snuggling up to the girl next to him to try and catch another hour's sleep at least. When that failed him, he eased out of be, tugging on jeans and a t-shirt--very uncustomary, but it seems to be appropriate to the situation--and heads downstairs to see about breakfast. Preferably something that can be served in bed, but as he has yet to figure out the full situation here, he's cautious.
Before he heads out, he leaves a blue box, yes, one of those blue boxes, on the pillow next to Baileigh. Inside is his latest extravagance, though it's somewhat paled compared to other people, but he pushes that thought aside.
Attached is a note:
I know you said you didn't really want to celebrate, so. Consider this a token to wear to the show tonight as we don't celebrate any particular day that may or not make me very glad it occurred.
I promise there are appropriately kitschy souvenirs in the suitcase as well, but we'll get to those later. No peeking. I went in search of breakfast...hopefully I will make it back unscathed.
Love,
J
Before he heads out, he leaves a blue box, yes, one of those blue boxes, on the pillow next to Baileigh. Inside is his latest extravagance, though it's somewhat paled compared to other people, but he pushes that thought aside.
Attached is a note:
I know you said you didn't really want to celebrate, so. Consider this a token to wear to the show tonight as we don't celebrate any particular day that may or not make me very glad it occurred.
I promise there are appropriately kitschy souvenirs in the suitcase as well, but we'll get to those later. No peeking. I went in search of breakfast...hopefully I will make it back unscathed.
Love,
J
