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salvatorescrow ([info]salvatorescrow) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
“I’m wounded.” Damon put his hand over his heart. “You’re making me feel, well, almost unwanted.” He put on his best pout for Bonnie, then nonchalantly slid another chair over for him to sit on.

“Done that.” He said in a monotone in response to Bonnie’s suggestion that they all simply go home. “Well, not me personally, but it’s been done. We’re not just in a different town. We’re in a different world altogether.”

This made him think of Bella. He wondered about her trip back to Forks, wondered how she was doing in general. She was one of the people he didn’t really mind being around. Oddly enough he had come to count Caroline as one of those people, too. Back home he probably wouldn’t have given her a second glance. Lawrence during the Apocalypse was turning out to be a very interesting place, he would admit that much.

“Shacked up at the complex with all of the other good guys?” He asked Bonnie, a look on his face hinting that he didn’t think too much of the good guys at the apartment complex.


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