[ She doesn't take it, a light anxiety etched in around her eyes. What if it's a no, he can practically hear, reverberating between them. Normally he would be worrying right along with her but if there's one thing he understands, it's money. So while he does feel anxious about the news, there's a sense of a plan, regardless of the outcome. ]
Fine, fine.
[ Otherwise this will turn into a back and forth that will leave them both in sour moods. He sighs, sliding his finger under the envelope flap to peel it open. The only sound then is the rustle of paper as he unfolds the letter, eyes scanning over the stamped in header and printed formalities. Soon enough, he gets to the part where there's an answer. ]
Well, alright. [ He sounds deflated, verging on annoyed. ] Not good, I suppose.
[ Biting the inside of his cheek, he passes the letter up to her, trying to suppress the grin that's threatening to break up the lie. It's not good because it's great. What they applied for and possibly more, a discussion that's on the table. ]
no subject
Fine, fine.
[ Otherwise this will turn into a back and forth that will leave them both in sour moods. He sighs, sliding his finger under the envelope flap to peel it open. The only sound then is the rustle of paper as he unfolds the letter, eyes scanning over the stamped in header and printed formalities. Soon enough, he gets to the part where there's an answer. ]
Well, alright. [ He sounds deflated, verging on annoyed. ] Not good, I suppose.
[ Biting the inside of his cheek, he passes the letter up to her, trying to suppress the grin that's threatening to break up the lie. It's not good because it's great. What they applied for and possibly more, a discussion that's on the table. ]