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. (digtoodeep) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-02-06 16:22:00

Who: Harrison and Jesse.
Where: A local takeout.
When: Evening.

It was chilly enough outside to warrant a jacket and a coat over the top and Harrison had made sure to pull both on over the t-shirt he’d been wearing before stepping out of his apartment and heading down to the lobby so he could step out to grab some dinner. There was enough in his kitchen to make himself something to eat but none of it had grabbed his fancy and when he’d opened a drawer and found a couple of menus there -- had he put them there or had they already been there when he’d moved in? -- he’d decided to brave the elements to grab the food himself instead of making someone else bring it to him. There was no sense in being lazy, after all.

Besides, it would give him time to think about all the messages and emails he kept getting that didn’t make much sense to him. Why people he didn’t even know -- or did he? they seemed to know him well enough -- were contacting him about vampires and werewolves and witches and God only knew what else he couldn’t even begin to imagine. If it was important for some reason he couldn’t remember why no matter how hard he’d tried and that was bothering him more and more. So he wanted to get out for a while and get some fresh air, kill two birds with one stone by picking up some food at the same time.

The phone went off in his pocket again -- again, it seemed to go off once every ten minutes at least -- and pulled his attention down and to the right as he drew it out to look at it, approaching the takeout place without really watching where he was going. At the last second he realised someone else was doing much the same and pulled himself up short, his free hand halfway to the door handle as he said, “Oh, sorry. After you.” To his credit he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open for the woman, giving her a smile as he did so, just as apologetic as the words that had come before the gesture.