RP: Michael and James Who: Michael and James What: Who knows Where: JSA When: 21 June, 2000 Rating: R
Michael had finished work and gone to his parents. His parents were actually enjoying having him home for dinner. After that, he took Therion for a run. He hated leaving him behind, but he didn't trust taking him to Anthony's. He didn't know if Boggarts worked on dogs, but he didn't want to find out, not when Therion could rip a good chunk of flesh out.
Going home was strange. No music, no Therion, no bed, not that Anthony wasn't more than welcoming, but it was different when you lived in your own home. When he got to the building, he could see the lights on at JSA and decided to stop there instead of going to Anthony's.
Most of the inner lights were off, but he heard the music and it was enough to let him know who was still in the office. He stopped at the door, leaning against the frame. James was wearing his glasses. His clothes were rumpled and his attention was on whatever parchment was in front of him. "One would think that you're the one with no home and not me," he said with a grin. "Do you even know what time it is?"