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May's mouth dropped open and she stared after him. "Well!" she put her hands on her hips like a distraught housewife, "Hmph. I guess I should be happy he's going."
She heard her computer blipping in the other room. She went and flipped up the monitor, opening the forward as it printed itself out. She scanned over the contents before shoving the printout into her pile of stuff. "Class lists...I could print them and hand 'em out at the party, but that would definitely spoil the mood. I'll just forward them."
As a common practice YUME students all had an email address given to them at the beginning of the year (OOC: using my school as a template: [email protected] <---just an example, does not actually exist) so that official things could be sent to them without wasting paper. "That should work. Hopefully they'll notice it in their inbox. Everyone here *is* computer literate, right?" She sweatdropped, hoping. She looked it over for a moment, shrugged and headed out of the room. She'd fail anyway so what did it matter who taught her or who saw her fail?
"Now..maybe I should find something to bring to the party..." After a few moments of rummaging around she reconsidered that. "Umm, nevermind. I don't have anything of value here. Just, umm, a lint brush? Err..." She remembered vaguely that the invitation had mentioned something about a cat. Hmm, she'd tried to go that route before...Darkwind hadn't appreciated the ball of yarn. No, she would just go with her wonderful, loveable self. If only that Okra person had waited for her! It would've looked so much better for them to show up at the same time. Then again, this guy didn't seem to think ahead all that much.
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