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Post by LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN on Aug 24, 2013 14:50:44 GMT
London knocked on the hunter's door, knowing he had not really seen him in a long time, not with Bartholomew being his new boyfriend. He never had wanted to leave his best friend in the dust, but he had. His eyes fell to the ground for a moment, idly and impatiently pressing up onto the balls of his feet repeatedly. He needed his friend to be here because he missed him, he missed him a lot. He didn't get an answer, a small frown building on his face, turning away and sitting on his front porch. Why did he have to be gone right then? A sigh escaped his lips as he toyed with a few curly locks of his hair, tugging it in front of his eyes, staring at the ends of the strands in an attempt to humor himself.
He tried to remember the last time he saw David, but he figured that it was hard to figure that out because David had taken him in and they had lived under the same roof for a while. London lost most of his belongings so there was really nothing he had to transport to Mew’s house. He threw up his hands, intertwining his palms, facing them outwards, and proceeded to stretch. A groan escaped his lips, loving the feeling that the stretching gave, a small, dorky smile spreading across his lips as he began to think about the spare key. He remembered David telling him that after London had lived there for a week or two.
He walked over to the pot, fingers slipping in and grabbing the key, going in and opening the door to David’s apartment room. He walked in and looked at all the familiar surroundings, a small smile lighting up his face as he jumped onto the couch, feet sticking off one of the arm rests.
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