"A week," She repeated, and then she nodded. One week. Seven days. It wasn't that long, but it wasn't that short, either, and Chloé would probably be back in three or four days to check up on him.
...well, she'd try to come back every day, but she wouldn't really put her foot down about being let in if someone tried to turn her away until the third day.
"Fine. I'll have my cello sent over then."
She'd leave it to him to tell Marinette not to be around that day, if the girl insisted on lingering. If she was even still allowed to be there. Chloé's next stop on her way out would be to seek out Gabriel and try to get him to listen to her about how Marinette shouldn't be there, and only time would tell how disastrous a conversation that would be if she really pushed it.
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...well, she'd try to come back every day, but she wouldn't really put her foot down about being let in if someone tried to turn her away until the third day.
"Fine. I'll have my cello sent over then."
She'd leave it to him to tell Marinette not to be around that day, if the girl insisted on lingering. If she was even still allowed to be there. Chloé's next stop on her way out would be to seek out Gabriel and try to get him to listen to her about how Marinette shouldn't be there, and only time would tell how disastrous a conversation that would be if she really pushed it.