[ he remembers the fact too late. because keith doesn't really have a ride of his own.
but five minutes in, and calling him up would defeat the purpose of wishing him a safe drive. there are engines going off outside, the bustle of the morning traffic coming awake with the early commute, old carts peddling their wares while little children rob their neighbors blind. he's sitting on the bed and looking at his phone -- he's standing at the corner and watching the door.
silly him. ]
-- Keith.
[ but he's sliding the window open, bracing keith with a hand between his wet shoulders. what do you have against using the door? but it ruins the severity somewhat, when he's trying not to laugh at his wet mop of hair. ]
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but five minutes in, and calling him up would defeat the purpose of wishing him a safe drive. there are engines going off outside, the bustle of the morning traffic coming awake with the early commute, old carts peddling their wares while little children rob their neighbors blind. he's sitting on the bed and looking at his phone -- he's standing at the corner and watching the door.
silly him. ]
-- Keith.
[ but he's sliding the window open, bracing keith with a hand between his wet shoulders. what do you have against using the door? but it ruins the severity somewhat, when he's trying not to laugh at his wet mop of hair. ]
One of these days, you're going to fall.