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anamnesis ([info]anamnesis) wrote in [info]zenerschool,
@ 2009-08-23 18:12:00
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Who : Finn and Braylen
Where : Base!
When : Sunday, August 23
What : returning home!



Earlier that day, Finn had taken Malcolm back to Zener. He helped him settle in, took him out to the mall to buy a few things for his room that his son swore he couldn't live without and after an order in lunch of pizza, Malcolm finally seemed okay enough that he could leave. That was the easiest part of his day though. He still had to pack up his things and his cat and bring everything back to his room. He sent a text message to Braylen telling him he was 'home' and set about the task of unpacking assured that the teenager would show up as soon as he got the note.

It was good to be back, in a weird sort of way. His house had its own charms, being private and large and filled with things he loved but the same made it a depressing, somber place to be. He had meant to unpack straight away but the large puzzle he'd assembled earlier in the year, the largest puzzle in the world, in fact, was still stretched out over his floor and was more than a little distracting. He stood over it, examining it, a wan smile on his face as he scratched the top of one bare foot with the nails of the other.



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