Friday | April 11th 2008 Who: Duncan, Adora, Keagan Where: Adora's apt When: late evening, 10pm or so What: Duncan is being spontaneous, and it totaaally bites him in the ass!
Duncan was worried about Keagan. Poor lad. He really had liked Astrid, and now his lie had blown up in his face. He was too nice to tell Adora 'told you so,' so when the succubus had tried to blame herself via text msg he'd passed by the notion and moved on to more important topics.
It had been a few hours, though, and he hadn't heard from her. Had she been able to get in contact with him? He had contemplated calling Keagan himself, but that would go against his own advice of letting Keagan wallow for a little while before people dumped pity all over him. It was necessary, sometimes, to wallow a little before attempting to correct a situation.
He wondered if Adora would mind him showing up so late. Probably not. After all, she was the one who was saying he didn't need her permission for everything. She'd probably appreciate it. He wondered how she was settling in her apartment. Had his paintjob done well enough to distract her? He hadn't prodded at her because he was afraid of upsetting her, but he was curious.
He walked in without knocking -- Adora had told him time and time again that knocking wasn't necessary. "Hullooo?" he called, smiling. "Adora?"