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Corian sleeps!
Tarrant does too, heck, he probably hasn't slept this long in a stretch in years, not that he doesn't sleep, just that this has been a long danged time. It's a comfy couch and a comfy blanket and all's right with the world.
Corian, alas, must wake eventually. After a brief foray to the bathroom,
however, she does keep behind her screen, and stays reasonably quiet, enough
that sleep could continue for you.
Tarrant takes a moment more to awaken, the quiet sounds intruding but slowly
into his comfortable haze. He does awaken however, and moves all bit silently
to sit up, stifling a yawn. Why he's yawning when he's just woken up, there's
no telling, it's one of those things people do that doesn't seem to make
sense.
Corian, alas, finds the need to venture from her haven, as there's a bit of
paperwork on her desk and her desk is not in her little hiding place.
Stepping from behind the screen, she pauses upon seeing you upright, then
offers a warm smile as she continues on to her desk. "Good afternoon,
van'chela. I hope I did not wake you."
Tarrant looks more than a bit sheepish. Crashing on your couch made a whole lot
of sense last night when he was dead to the world, but now he's a lot more
aware and awake and all and he's pretty sure he probably wasn't supposed to
have done that. He glances at his watch, pausing as he remembers it's still
in bits. "Afternoon already? Wow. A pleasant afternoon to you as well. You
didn't wake me, no." There's vaguely amused pause, "You have a very nice
couch." There's another exceedingly brief pause. "Thank you for letting me
stay, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I do very much appreciate being
allowed it."
Corian, after a glance at a wall-clock, replies, "It is perhaps one and a half hours past noon, so, yes, it is afternoon." She perches lightly on the edge of her desk chair, adding, "I hope you rested well, and it was certainly no intrusion to have you here." Of course, Kathlyn will probably be the one in the hall when you leave, and all her suspicions will be 'confirmed', but, hey.
Tarrant sets about carefully folding the happy fluffy blanket. He looks as
rumpled as if he'd just spent the night sleeping on your couch, big surprise,
but he looks a great deal better than he did the night before for all that.
"Very well, thanks." Settling the folded blanket to one side he retrieves his
boots, sliding socked feet into them. "Now admittedly I dreamed about
vid-people giving statues of cheese away to each other at this awards
ceremony, but I still slept like a rock."
Corian, far from rumpled, is dressed and scrubbed and looking to be her usual self. "That sounds like a... fascinating dream, though I suppose it could have been much worse. As long as you slept well, that is what matters. Are you hungry?" she adds, ever the gracious hostess. "I am not sure how well-stocked my cooking supplies are, but I have plenty in the freezer."
Tarrant looks rather abashed at the question, "I've intruded on your hospitality enough, but thank you. I'd probably best venture downstairs, past the gauntlet of Security, and see about clothes without large burn marks. And heaven forbid, see what the office has to say about all this."
Corian grimaces faintly at that, but nods. "I suppose that is best, yes. I do hope that Security will not be too problematic, though I can guess that my brothers are hardly thrilled with the situation. As for the office..." She just shakes her head at that. "Perhaps they will have some helpful information." Gee, doesn't she just sound so hopeful.
"Hopefully they'll have some kind of information, whether it's helpful or not, well, that's another matter." Tarrant clambers to his feet, perhaps not gracefully, but certainly smoothly. "I'll let you know if I find out anything." He grins impishly, "And I need to rummage up costumeage."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian nods her agreement to that, with a sudden smile that masks, perhaps not
altogether well, a hint of trepidation. "Ah, yes. The ball is tonight, so I
will see you later today." And her smile is somewhat more genuine at that
last.
Tarrant nods, a decisive gesture that manages to be emphatic without losing crisp collectedness. "Yeah, I'll be inflicting myself on ya' further later. Pardon if I'm not terribly apologetic, I'm looking forward to this bit of lunacy." His grin is almost devious, although far too politely southern to be truly so. "An excuse to spend an evening with a friend and making jokes at the expense of half the puffed up stickybeaks in this place..."
Corian nods her agreement to that, with a soft laugh. "It should be...
entertaining, yes. At the very least, it will provide Honalee with more about
which to pester me." She chuckles quietly, shaking her head fractionally,
then adds, "I will see you tonight, then?"
Tarrant shifts his left leg back a step so that he can perform patently
ridiculous sweeping bow. With measured smoothness he straightens from it,
grinning. "Indeed. I wouldn't miss this for the world. Thank you again for
your kindness."
Corian returns the ridiculous bow with a graceful one of her own, a warm smile
lighting her face as she straightens once more. "You are most welcome,
van'chela. Have a pleasant afternoon."
With one last grin, Tarrant is gone, cheshire-cat esque. Great, the fact that he's rumpled and yet so -chipper- is really going to help Kath.
Tarrant leaves the room.