YOU MAKE ME weakinthe k n e e s**

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Sawyer stood outside her door, a note wringing through his sweaty palms, he had written it in black ink, the ink was starting to clot up and smudge. He was shaking as he tacked it to her door and ran fast down the hall.




Dear Illyana,

Erm, sorry fot the abrupt note and all that. I ain't too keen for coming up with things in advance. I just wanted to let you know that I made reservations with chef_bourdain for tonight. Please let me know if you can come, I'd rather not be alone........

Also? Your room mates are starting to frighten me, hence the lack of communication.......I ain't scared often but these girls seem intent on hurting me, even if I mention your name.

James.
Seriously scared for his genitals.





[[OOC: Pretty much, Illyana's room mates have the ability to just open this letter. If you want to open it, girls, go ahead! Drama + Angst = FUN]]

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