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Kahlila "Kal" Frambrosia Johnson | Location: Residence Inn Lobby | Interactions: Grant
Kal blinked in blatant confusion as Grant's mood suddenly changed...Was it something she said? She thought they were just caught up in casual conversation. However, as soon as he accused her of being a reporter hungry for Diablo juicy bits for some newspaper, the wheels in her head finally started turning. "Oh...Oh!" She snapped as the realization struck her. Dang! There she went saying the wrong shit without thinking again!
She made no move to stand (her legs were still tired), but she did hold up a complacent hand in hopes of stopping Grant. "Whoa, whoa, man. Chill. I'm not some reporter or whatever, promise. Uh, here. Look." She kinda hoped she wouldn't have to do this--especially before meeting her parents, but she might as well get it over and done with. Like ripping off a band-aid...stuck on with gorilla glue.
"The fucker gave us one of these." She retracted an origami swan from her pocket; it seemed to be made from a piece of notebook paper, with faded scribbles marring it. However, she then carefully unfolded it to reveal a paper doll, old and ragged and dirty. "Paper doll, right? I'm uh, guess you can say I'm visiting to let the fam know I'm not, like...dead. So, yeah." She shrugged sheepishly. This topic never failed to make her skin crawl, but the last thing she wanted to do was scare Grant off over a misunderstanding. "I swear I don't mean any harm, man. Just wanted to chill with you for breakfast."
Kal blinked in blatant confusion as Grant's mood suddenly changed...Was it something she said? She thought they were just caught up in casual conversation. However, as soon as he accused her of being a reporter hungry for Diablo juicy bits for some newspaper, the wheels in her head finally started turning. "Oh...Oh!" She snapped as the realization struck her. Dang! There she went saying the wrong shit without thinking again!
She made no move to stand (her legs were still tired), but she did hold up a complacent hand in hopes of stopping Grant. "Whoa, whoa, man. Chill. I'm not some reporter or whatever, promise. Uh, here. Look." She kinda hoped she wouldn't have to do this--especially before meeting her parents, but she might as well get it over and done with. Like ripping off a band-aid...stuck on with gorilla glue.
"The fucker gave us one of these." She retracted an origami swan from her pocket; it seemed to be made from a piece of notebook paper, with faded scribbles marring it. However, she then carefully unfolded it to reveal a paper doll, old and ragged and dirty. "Paper doll, right? I'm uh, guess you can say I'm visiting to let the fam know I'm not, like...dead. So, yeah." She shrugged sheepishly. This topic never failed to make her skin crawl, but the last thing she wanted to do was scare Grant off over a misunderstanding. "I swear I don't mean any harm, man. Just wanted to chill with you for breakfast."