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mitsubishievo) wrote2016-12-10 11:59 am
mitsubishievo) wrote2016-12-10 11:59 am
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It was a series of half-cryptic texts that brought Kavinsky away from work--it was slow today, for once--and over to High Gate Terrace to see Jack. He had not been specifically invited, which settled some guilt in his stomach; the last time he'd come over uninvited and unannounced had gone understandably poorly. But he hadn't been drinking, and he wasn't feeling manic, so it wasn't a bad day to swing by and see why Jack was being cryptic and evasive.
He took the stairs, just to doubly wear himself down of any nervous energy in his bones. When he got to the door, he knocked, pulling out his phone to look at the texts from Jack again, and to send one along to Newt so that he knew where he was.
He took the stairs, just to doubly wear himself down of any nervous energy in his bones. When he got to the door, he knocked, pulling out his phone to look at the texts from Jack again, and to send one along to Newt so that he knew where he was.