71 Serendipity Street, Wednesday Late Afternoon

[chosehumanity]

Tomorrow, Mitchell was going to head back into the considerable danger zone that was his house.

Tonight, he was going to enjoy clinging to his hopes that Gilbert had somehow brought about a change in Annie, stuff a lot of beer in the fridge, and introduce a friend (well, acquaintance, really, but he was hoping on friend, eventually) to a wonderful program about scamming people.

Really, Mitchell was a simple soul.

By the time the chosen hour came along, he was hanging back on the couch, chilling, and sipping off a beer in thought.

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Comments

[raspberryturk]

Hey, who was Reno to say no to hanging out with the teaching buddy whatever it was, who seemed like a pretty cool guy? He'd made certain that Rikku was doing okay before setting out, of course, and by the time he'd made his way to Mitchell's door, he was settling back into that confident, lazy grin of his as he knocked.

A program about scamming people. It was kind of like he was setting out to watch a documentary on Turk real estate, when you got right down to it.