As Trastan slipped out of Tosie's room, he gazed around while stretching and slumped down on a chair which he pulled infront of the fire. He leaned back against the chair, and pulled his personal note book onto his lap and began revising his notes for his employer, Lourie Gadreel. Although, after about a hour of doing so, he found himself writing ''Tosie'' in places that he actually didn't mean to, and once he realized he did it the second time he stopped writing and looked over his work.
Over and over ''Tosie'' appeared in places that should have been ''and'' or ''the.'' As his head turned to follow his eyes' gaze across the page, he closed the book rather quickly in a bit of a panic, briefly thinking he's going mad. Though, after a short time of thinking, he would peer down at the page again, and then just as quickly slammed the book closed.
Thoughts raced through his head, and his breath quickend for what seemed like hours before he calmed, and relaxed into the chair as he realized why he had done this. It wasn't because he was feeling lightheaded, or because he was sleepy, drunk, anything!
He loved her. He loved Tosie. Now he just had to think of how to tell her.
He rose from the chair, and began pacing through the house thinking of ways. "Flowers? No, no. Too normal. A puppy- No what if she doesn't like dogs? Dodes she like cats? Bah! No... Not a animal... maybe... Uh... I'll get her a necklace! No... Wait a... bracelet? Does she like jewelry?" These thoughts continued to wrack his brain before he gave up, and went back to lie in bed with her. "Maybe I'll just wait for the right moment... Planning things have hardly been my strongest point." he thought before he fell asleep.
