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Kimothy · 08-11-2019, 07:17 PM

He did. Mo certainly did. He had hung to every word Usharani Iyer told him. He had believed her. From the random bits of trivia they'd shared during that one trivia night, to their conversation on how Desi parents were at either extremes of a spectrum and never in between, and eventually to their never ending stories of her experiences working for V&A museum to acquire materials from antique fairs.

Two truths and a lie. Guess which one was the bluff.

Mo was quietly skimming the contents of the third letter, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and as a result of a headache, as he waited for someone to open the front door. What did she mean by child? How could he have had a child with a woman whose name he didn't recognize? And even if he did have a child, that wasn't something Mo would forget. The dots weren't connecting in his head right now. It felt like being shot by ten simultaneous Confundus Charms.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Mo's attention was back to stuffing the letter back into its envelope. "Good day, I was hoping to speak to Amri—" He had been reading the sender's name on the envelope before he looked up at whoever had quite violently opened the front door for him. His eyebrows furrowed even more, as if that were possible. He squinted at the woman standing in front of him for a good 0.8 seconds before they widened in shock. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to greet her as Usharani? Who is Usharani Iyer, anyway? And why was Amrita Sandhu, whoever she was, so obsessed with him? He wanted answers. Mo stood there with nothing but his wand tucked in his same old dragon-hide hip holster and three outdated letters on his left hand.

This wasn't making any sense.

Until it somewhat made sense.

There were only two people to blame for this fate. "What the hell, Lauren and Kimothy?"

08-11-2019, 07:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
Kimothy MO & DMLE Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,887 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sailor Zhang Ravenclaw Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Skeet Octavian Sayse Minister's Office Ministry RPG Name: Ariadne Lysandra Ackerly Law Enforcement x12	21. Break the fourth wall in your post. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up He did. Mo certainly did. He had hung to every word Usharani Iyer told him. He had believed her. From the random bits of trivia they'd shared during that one trivia night, to their conversation on how Desi parents were at either extremes of a spectrum and never in between, and eventually to their never ending stories of her experiences working for V&A museum to acquire materials from antique fairs. Two truths and a lie. Guess which one was the bluff. Mo was quietly skimming the contents of the third letter, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and as a result of a headache, as he waited for someone to open the front door. What did she mean by child? How could he have had a child with a woman whose name he didn't recognize? And even if he did have a child, that wasn't something Mo would forget. The dots weren't connecting in his head right now. It felt like being shot by ten simultaneous Confundus Charms. Hearing footsteps approaching, Mo's attention was back to stuffing the letter back into its envelope. "Good day, I was hoping to speak to Amri—" He had been reading the sender's name on the envelope before he looked up at whoever had quite violently opened the front door for him. His eyebrows furrowed even more, as if that were possible. He squinted at the woman standing in front of him for a good 0.8 seconds before they widened in shock. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to greet her as Usharani? Who is Usharani Iyer, anyway? And why was Amrita Sandhu, whoever she was, so obsessed with him? He wanted answers. Mo stood there with nothing but his wand tucked in his same old dragon-hide hip holster and three outdated letters on his left hand. This wasn't making any sense. Until it somewhat made sense. There were only two people to blame for this fate. "What the hell, Lauren and Kimothy?" __________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...