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chosehumanity) wrote2012-03-29 01:00 pm
chosehumanity) wrote2012-03-29 01:00 pm
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Honolulu Heights, Thursday Morning
It had taken Mitchell time to track down Daisy. He had only set off to do it after the first rushes of joy at Annie's return had faded - really, he'd rather not have done it, but he knew a deal when he heard one.
And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
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And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
[[ open for phone calls! ]]
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