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chosehumanity) wrote2012-02-13 02:09 pm
chosehumanity) wrote2012-02-13 02:09 pm
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The House Called Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Monday Morning
George sat at the breakfast table with an untouched cup of tea, doing what he had been doing for most of last week... nothing, staring at the walls, trying not cry.
All right, so during the full moon things had gotten a bit... interesting... between him and Nina, so that had broken up the staring somewhat, but... that had only lasted so long. So now he sat here, and nursed his tea, and barely met Nina's eyes the few times she tried to get to him.
Then the door behind him opened, thudding against the wall, and he jerked up. Oh god-- would it be Mitchell and Annie? Were they back?
Some of the hope fled him as he looked: it was Mitchell, alive-- well, undead-- and well, thank god, but no sign of Annie.
No sign of Annie.
He couldn't deal with it any longer. The tears wrestled their way out and he sobbed out loud; no doubt he looked as ugly as he felt.
... and then the sound of tea clattering into his mug pulled him out of it. He looked up and stared directly into Annie's face, and her smile, god-- George hurled himself at her, hugging her tight, as behind him Nina did the same to Mitchell.
Mitchell-- pulled out his phone, and texted a quick, We're back!!! to the people who'd care. Then the three of them took Annie and dragged her from room to room, showing off their new home, and celebrating the return of a friend.
[[ open to texts! Taken from Being Human 3x01. I miss this show, I really do. ]]
All right, so during the full moon things had gotten a bit... interesting... between him and Nina, so that had broken up the staring somewhat, but... that had only lasted so long. So now he sat here, and nursed his tea, and barely met Nina's eyes the few times she tried to get to him.
Then the door behind him opened, thudding against the wall, and he jerked up. Oh god-- would it be Mitchell and Annie? Were they back?
Some of the hope fled him as he looked: it was Mitchell, alive-- well, undead-- and well, thank god, but no sign of Annie.
No sign of Annie.
He couldn't deal with it any longer. The tears wrestled their way out and he sobbed out loud; no doubt he looked as ugly as he felt.
... and then the sound of tea clattering into his mug pulled him out of it. He looked up and stared directly into Annie's face, and her smile, god-- George hurled himself at her, hugging her tight, as behind him Nina did the same to Mitchell.
Mitchell-- pulled out his phone, and texted a quick, We're back!!! to the people who'd care. Then the three of them took Annie and dragged her from room to room, showing off their new home, and celebrating the return of a friend.
[[ open to texts! Taken from Being Human 3x01. I miss this show, I really do. ]]
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Suddenly she was wide awake.
both?!
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Well, you try finding better words for joy when you're barely sure it's not all a cruel dream.
omg how is she? give her a hug for me. omg housewarming yes.
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Hell, Mitchell himself couldn't stop grinning... oh, ever.
next week!
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Oh hey, someone found the caps.
Bod and everyone else in the house should've counted themselves lucky she wasn't waking them up by squeeing out loud yet.
i'm so happy srsly
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Drinking heavily was a definite yes.
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Legal drinking age be damned.
if jack comes we need to find out how to make poison green rum drinks from bahamas.
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all green rum drinks are welcome at honolulu heights, Mitchell texted right on back. i'll make sure were stocked.
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Or a weird sort-if family reunion. With booze!
many many many hugs to annie. <3
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That mattered less when he read the text.
Amazing! Congratulations. Both in one piece?
The question was ... not entirely flippant.
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For now, anyway.
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Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Though Jack must have realized he just doomed them, because:
i really shouldnt say things like that. but i am happy for you both. how was it?
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Or another bullet on the long list of terrible things Mitchell really didn't want to talk about that would clearly never come to bite him in the ass.
we're hosting a housewarming next week. you're welcome to come.
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Really, that one would have been a no-brainer even if it hadn't been a step toward being back on the right side of the Atlantic.
hug annie for me.
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There were some minor advantages to being a werewolf. Though whether being able to interact with Annie was one of them was... well, up to the werewolf.
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oh, right! so i definitely need to come.
Seeing her again counted as a benefit for Jack, at least.
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And as far as Mitchell's excellent ideas went, this one was mostly harmless, so hey.
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All tropical places were pretty much the same, right?
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Or too busy just being glad she was back. Either or.
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then great, see you soon!
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Bo may have left a few messages for him while he was gone, with the same tune, slightly different words.
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He was just covering all of his bases right now with that typical Mitchell flair.
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HOUSEWARMING? Srsly?
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Really, it made sense.
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Which she would totally bake.
If by totally bake you meant totally buy from J,GoB because ahahaha bundt cake. Bo could... kind of sort of make Tollhouse Cookies without burning them. Sometimes.
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A moment later, he'd texted her his new address.
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or Francine, Mitchell would have to settle for Bo following his oddly laid-back lead. While grinning a back a lot, not that he could see it....Can Annie eat bundt cake?
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