Chris Keller [Oz] (willkillfortoby) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-03-05 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | chris keller, holly beecher, tobias beecher |
Who Chris, Toby and Holly!
What HOLLY. WHAT?! (Holly is Beecher's daughter, for those of you playing along in the audience)
Where Beecher's place
When Tuesday evening
Warning Flailing. Man Flailing. Two men, flailing together. Can you handle it? Oh, and man sex. Boy howdy.
Chris had been a bit worried when Toby had suddenly just said he'd call him back, and he stood in the hall of his house in Chicago, waiting as Pongo rubbed against his legs, pawed at his feet and jumped about like a dog happy to see his master tended to do. When Chris got a reply from someone calling Toby 'Dad', he near dropped his phone, too. Holly. Holly was here. Holly was there and Toby had to be shitting himself. Chris had been telling the truth (for once) when, in the fight they had, he had said he wanted Toby happy. The man had to be ecstatic. Though...Holly said Toby was being sick. Well, Chris might have been sick, too, if his kid showed up. Not that he had one.
Grabbing Pongo's leash and his toys and the like, Chris put his bag over his shoulder and took the dog with him as he headed out-That was his reason for being there in the first place-getting to the portkey and back to Toby's in less then twenty minutes. Jogging up to the door, Pongo at his heels, Chris rang the doorbell, smiling with his excitement. Hey, he wanted to meet Toby's kid, what could he say?