[Action in Winhill] aka, Laguna is BUSTED

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[Raine's been suspicious for a few days. Laguna's been coming home with a rather unreal number of baked goods. And he's been hauled up scribbling away at something or other. It's the sweets that have her suspicions up. As for the writing, she thought he might just be trying his hand at journalism again. Oh well, more for her to edit. His grammar is atrocious.

So when she goes in to tidy up the room, she doesn't think a thing of picking up those papers and stacking them neatly. Until she sees what they are. Love letters... drafts of love letters. Love letters NOT addressed to her.

She stares at the pile, shaking with rage and hurt. It all makes sense now. He's got a girlfriend! A girlfriend who's baking things and here he was writing to her right under her nose in her own house!!]

How could he?!

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[blue-desperado.livejournal.com]

I know we're not, but it seemed like it might be fun to help guys who were having trouble expressing themselves along, you know? I didn't stop to think that it might not be what I thought it was... and because it was for other people, it never occurred to me that it might hurt you. I'm really sorry, Raine. You have to believe that.

[He feels some degree of relief when she places her hand over his, and he even smiles a tiny bit.]

I'm kind of a hopeless case, aren't I.

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

You are. But, that's something I love about you. You're always willing to help people.

[She taps him on the nose, with a stern look.]

Even when you shouldn't.

Notif for this one got lost! :(

[blue-desperado.livejournal.com]

[Despite the hardness of her look, he can't help smiling a bit more, though it's a rather bashful sort of expression. It fades a moment later.]

I should really take a step back and learn to tell the difference. I know. I can't say I'm sorry enough. I would never do anything to hurt you, not if I could help it.