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Thursday, Andrew
The room held few pieces of furniture. A bed, of course, and a large fireplace dominated the space, and the flames from the large fire he'd built caused the honey toned woods to glow as he waited for Andrew, clad only in a comfortable pair of lounging pants, skin damp from the shower.
The morning had been a long one, the afternoon longer for his lack of focus on anything resembling classwork, and as he stretched out on the thick carpet in front of the fire, blue eyes slid shut as he centered himself, locking every distraction away one by one until a knock at the door curved one corner of his mouth.
"Come in."
The morning had been a long one, the afternoon longer for his lack of focus on anything resembling classwork, and as he stretched out on the thick carpet in front of the fire, blue eyes slid shut as he centered himself, locking every distraction away one by one until a knock at the door curved one corner of his mouth.
"Come in."