“Heck,” he muttered to himself, as he wiped his wrist across his mouth. And then the typing began.
>Never seen you look better than tonight, Charlotte. <3
>I like your idea of a surprise, for certain.
>Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a fine mist of mint tea to clean off this monitor. ^///^
He wasn’t going to mention the nosebleed, though. Or that his ears were threatening to spontaneously combust. Nosir.

















