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kristoff_bundy ([info]kristoff_bundy) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-05 18:13:00

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Entry tags:kristof bundy, seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Kris
What: Coffee and tux shopping
Where: London
When: Saturday June 21, 2002
Rating: E for everyone
Status: Closed/in progress



Kris felt sick from all the cigarettes he had smoked today in a feeble attempt to calm down. Still, he lit up another one as he waited for Seamus in front of the building his flat was in. Sunglasses on to hide the dark circles under his eyes, evidence to a few nights without sleep, Kris fidgeted and bit his bottom lip. This whole situation was driving him crazy and he felt so utterly restless that he wanted to run until he couldn't breathe anymore. With a sigh he leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky. Slowly exhaling the smoke Kris tried futilely to stop the nervous fidgeting. He was already craving some alcoholic drink again, knowing that although it was the worst solution it would at least soothe his mind a little.




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[info]kristoff_bundy
2008-07-05 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Kris had apparated to Hyde Park, given that he always felt a little trapped in the thing he called his flat. His hands were shaking badly as he tried to find his cigarettes and it took quite a few attempts to light one of them. He was glad he had brought his sunglasses, biting his bottom lip as he tried to hold back tears. Fuck. Why had he ever fallen for this? The outcome of the few relationships he had had before had always been heartbreak and this couldn't even be called a relationship. At the moment it seemed that life was simply becoming too much.

Sitting down on a bench Kris stared at the ground, thinking that it was probably best if he'd go home. Really home, as in to his parents where he could hide from the world for a little while and get his act together.

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