[txt]: Oh? I would have thought that you'd already know I completed my training earlier today. [txt]: After all, you're *so* well-versed in the daily affairs of others.
[ Which is to say that Ingrid thinks that he's too much of a busybody, prying into people's business as often as he does. ]
[txt]: Fine, I'll bite. But I don't have time to play games with you all night, Claude. [txt]: Unlike someone I could mention, I'm actually spending my night responsibly instead of getting into trouble.
[ With an annoyed sigh, Ingrid slides her textbook off her lap and places it onto the bed. She really does feel like this is going to be a colossal waste of time, as she's certain she heard footsteps heading out earlier, and there's no possible way that Claude could have just slipped back past her... Could it?
No, slippery as he may be, they're on the second floor; there's no way to get back in except if he goes through the hall, and Ingrid didn't hear anything just now. She makes her way down the hall, being mindful not to make any disturbance for those who may be sleeping in their rooms, and knocks on Claude's door when she reaches it.
At least she's courteous enough not to rip his door off its hinges like she'd usually do. ]
yes!! also rip ingrid... honey ur abt to make a fool of urself 😔
[txt]: After all, you're *so* well-versed in the daily affairs of others.
[ Which is to say that Ingrid thinks that he's too much of a busybody, prying into people's business as often as he does. ]
[txt]: Fine, I'll bite. But I don't have time to play games with you all night, Claude.
[txt]: Unlike someone I could mention, I'm actually spending my night responsibly instead of getting into trouble.
[ With an annoyed sigh, Ingrid slides her textbook off her lap and places it onto the bed. She really does feel like this is going to be a colossal waste of time, as she's certain she heard footsteps heading out earlier, and there's no possible way that Claude could have just slipped back past her... Could it?
No, slippery as he may be, they're on the second floor; there's no way to get back in except if he goes through the hall, and Ingrid didn't hear anything just now. She makes her way down the hall, being mindful not to make any disturbance for those who may be sleeping in their rooms, and knocks on Claude's door when she reaches it.
At least she's courteous enough not to rip his door off its hinges like she'd usually do. ]