[ she falls against his side without much fight, though she does swat at him (lightly) as she presses against him, still trying to read through the rest of the letter now that her arms are effectively pinned. it's a bit crumpled, now, but that's fine. it wouldn't take back the decision, which is: ]
It's funded.
[ her tone has shifted from aggravation into something akin to disbelief, as she reads the letter again, just to make sure that it, indeed, has her name on it. no typos, no errors. it even has their address on it.
once that sinks in (the reality of the situation, anyway), her earlier aggravation melts into joy, and gratitude, and the letter is soon abandoned to turn in his direction, her hands finding his face as she pushes herself up onto her knees for a kiss.
( she still hasn't forgiven him for being rude, but baby steps are being taken. ) ]
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It's funded.
[ her tone has shifted from aggravation into something akin to disbelief, as she reads the letter again, just to make sure that it, indeed, has her name on it. no typos, no errors. it even has their address on it.
once that sinks in (the reality of the situation, anyway), her earlier aggravation melts into joy, and gratitude, and the letter is soon abandoned to turn in his direction, her hands finding his face as she pushes herself up onto her knees for a kiss.
( she still hasn't forgiven him for being rude, but baby steps are being taken. ) ]