log: Mars & Griffin; hello again
[Torn between two prospects, (a.)absolutely murdering him or (b.)just squeezing him a lockjaw embrace that refused to let go, Mars ran down the empty, late night stretch of Main Street Repose. She actually could run now, but she didn't make a regular thing of it because god what masochist would want to? But tonight was an exception because Griff was back, and she needed to kill him or hug him. Even as she ascended the stairs to the little apartment and banged on the door, she hadn't decided which.
Although, really, Mars wasn't big on emotional re-runs, and she'd already wanted to kill him once way, way long ago. She leaned against the adjacent to catch her breath, dressed in a lazy, last moment outfit of baby pink lounge wear and a Juicy Couture tee shirt.
It was an after thought, the sudden worry that this might have been some kind of trick. That maybe Griffin wasn't around at all, wasn't alive at all. Thinking that she heard movement on the other side of the apartment door, her pulse struck a vein of dread.]