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extendedmetaphor) wrote2012-11-09 11:34 pm
extendedmetaphor) wrote2012-11-09 11:34 pm
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Life moved on apace. He was getting to know the island, getting to know the school. Forming habits. Building routines. Like turning up at Guy's office door at a certain time of night, looking for a smoke.
"Not busy, are you?" he said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. He ignored the slight heat in his belly, the sense memory of still fading bruises. He tilted his head. "I'd hate to be interrupting."
"Not busy, are you?" he said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. He ignored the slight heat in his belly, the sense memory of still fading bruises. He tilted his head. "I'd hate to be interrupting."