Fredcat (panthera_uncia) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-13 12:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ford williams, fred holden, malcolm baddock, trent smith |
Who: Fred Holden, Malcolm Baddock, general existence of Ford & Trent since they live there and all.
What: Mal has questions
Where: Fred's cottage, Stapleford Abbotts
When: Late Afternoon, Sunday, 13th April
Rating: PG for language
Status: Closed; Complete
Fred has this amazing rock-like quality to her stomach's feeling since Malcolm asked to talk to her because he had questions. She couldn't really think of any questions she'd mind answering since he already knew the one thing she didn't want to share in the first place. It probably was no big deal, but he had something he could hold over her head. She thought Malcolm wasn't the kind to blackmail, but she'd been wrong about people before. Unfortunately scent didn't tell you everything you needed to know about a person.
She had the sense to put on clothing because nudity made humans really uncomfortable, but she didn't put on a whole lot. She was curled up in Trent's lap on the couch in nothing more than a cut off tank top and boyshort knickers. The boys had both been forced into shorts by time the knock came on the door. Fred tried to get up but Trent kept hold of her while Ford got up to answer the door.
At 5'11" he wasn't what a person would call intimidating, but there was a dominance to him that a person couldn't quite ignore. The cottage was small, three bedrooms upstairs and only a kitchen, living room and bathroom downstairs, but it looked comfortable. It had pictures and books everywhere, and seemingly refusing to be bound by the conventions of bookcases and walls. "Malcolm?" was all he said when Ford opened the door to find a dark-haired stranger standing on the other side.