Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-12-28 22:51:00 |
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Current mood: | content |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, morgause |
Who: Alex and Anna
Where: Alex's apartment.
When: Early afternoon.
Rating: TBD, but probably PG-13 or above.
Alex worked late last night--a double shift, penitence for the week before when his working was... sporadic, to say the least. Thankfully his supervisor was willing to take Hours From Hell in exchange for Alex Keeping His Job, and Alex wasn't going to complain.
Around six in the morning he'd got back from work and gone immediately to bed, and now, at exactly 2:37, he was finally getting around to making an effort at being alive. Quick shower, clean, warm clothes; humanity finally achieved. He grabbed a (dutch apple) bagel and headed downstairs, in jeans and no shoes, to the street, and stuck his wet head out into the brisk wind, grinning.
(Loved this kind of weather. Total lunatic.)