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Aaron Jacobson {willful child} (backoff) wrote in bellumlogs,

Aaron was already dressed. He'd been up for an hour already, messing around in the bathroom and wondering if his hair should stick up like that (roguish?) or if he should try to flatten it down (debonair?). Should he wear the blue shirt with the moose on it or the white shirt with the moose on it? Wait, no, moose were for kids. Did he have any shirts that didn't have moose on them?

It turned out that he didn't have any t-shirts without moose on them. But he had one of those plaid button-ups that could cover up the moose, plus the hoodie (no moose, just a copse of stitched pine trees), and the jacket with the extra pockets. The latter two were on the couch that was now officially Aaron's couch, since it was the only piece of furniture in the entire apartment besides his bed that he'd sit on. He was leaning against the counter and spooning cereal into his mouth when Shiloh showed up. His expression went wary immediately. "About what?"