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Maybe all of this was happening as a side effect from this freak asteroid comet--- thing. People talked about that all the time, right? Like... legends about weird things happening when there was stuff floating around in the sky? It was possible. Odette took a deep breath as she eased down onto Noah's knee, unable to let herself believe anything she had just tried to make herself believe. As easy as it might be, she wasn't that delusional enough to blame something in the sky for putting everything so out of this world lately.
"Congratulations," she smiled, leaning slightly to see what he was doing. In all honesty, Odette could really care less about why this specific comet was so much more important than any other one that looked exactly the same, but--- Noah seemed very excited about it, so it was called for that the least she could do was be encouraging and supportive of his flying rock. Now, if he named it after her, then that was a completely different story. But for now, she was content with just smiling and nodding.
As Noah focused on his work, Odette pathetically attempted to say what she desperately wanted (and didn't want) to say. Maybe she should have written him a card. At least then she wouldn't have to be this nervous sitting here and staring at him. Which was an emotion she did not enjoy, thank you very much, after all these years of training to not let it get to her. Odette's mouth hung open until finally some words fell out. "I'm not going to be playing for a while," she revealed, her face twisting slightly as she spoke. The sting of being unable to play yet another round of playoffs was definitely going to burn for a while.
"Congratulations," she smiled, leaning slightly to see what he was doing. In all honesty, Odette could really care less about why this specific comet was so much more important than any other one that looked exactly the same, but--- Noah seemed very excited about it, so it was called for that the least she could do was be encouraging and supportive of his flying rock. Now, if he named it after her, then that was a completely different story. But for now, she was content with just smiling and nodding.
As Noah focused on his work, Odette pathetically attempted to say what she desperately wanted (and didn't want) to say. Maybe she should have written him a card. At least then she wouldn't have to be this nervous sitting here and staring at him. Which was an emotion she did not enjoy, thank you very much, after all these years of training to not let it get to her. Odette's mouth hung open until finally some words fell out. "I'm not going to be playing for a while," she revealed, her face twisting slightly as she spoke. The sting of being unable to play yet another round of playoffs was definitely going to burn for a while.
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