Who: Ketamine and Methadone What: Welcome home! When: Monday, early evening. Where: Methadone's apartment. Warning: References to drug use, possible sexuality, lots of fluff!
It had been a long week and a half. It had been good for Ketamine to get away from the city and everything in it to see what he missed and what he absolutely craved and yearned for. Everything fell into perspective in that week and a half. Seeing the door marked III in his own plane of reality had put things in perspective. He hadn't gotten the chance - or maybe he didn't have the courage - to explore the IX door, but he knew it was there when he felt secure enough to go and find. And he knew that the VI door would remain locked until he unlocked it.
But now there was one thing he wanted more than anything else. He wanted Methadone - to wrap up in him and let the feeling of the thing he'd been craving wash over him. And so that's where he went - to Methadone's apartment, as soon as he knew it was late enough that the other Drug would be home from the clinic to welcome him. He would have rushed over as soon as he got off the plane, but he had gifts to deliver and it would be useless to sit around waiting all afternoon when he could keep himself busy with other things. He could get his backpack and see Fishie soon enough!
He stalled a bit when he was finally outside Methadone's door, though, feeling the drug inside and knowing that he could be felt as well. His hand lifted to the key around his neck, then dropped to cover the tattoo just below his inner elbow briefly before he put his key in the lock and let himself in. He wasn't self-conscious about what Methadone would think about the tattoo, or the fact that he had a nice, warm tan in place of his usual not-quite-pale complexion - honest.