feastor (feastor) wrote in after_the_fall, @ 2009-09-07 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | aoa!kevin, other!julian, other!julian-ex |
Julian (backdated to sometime later in the Cured period)
Kevin was throwing caution to the wind. He had to get used to this, at least within the house. The people here were nice. It was fine. Nothing bad would happen here.
He was downstairs, sans hoodie. Almost sans clothes, really, for him, anyway. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. Although he kept rubbing his arms. They itched without sleeves and gloves. Not really, but it was so odd that it felt wrong. He headed to the kitchen to find something to occupy his hands and found a bag of cookies. Kevin sat directly on the wooden table and dug in.
They were chocolate with nuts and things inside. Someone was going to have to buy more of these.