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It had been... a little over a week, since Becka died, maybe more, and it looked like Mitchell was finally starting to inch back towards his old, more outgoing self. This was progress, this was good, this was... well, it was progress, anyway. Expand...since then? obsessed with pygmy goats. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken and adapted from Being Human episode 2. Still leaping all over the place with canon, yes. ]]
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Mitchell wasn't sulking, or hiding. Nothing so pedestrian as that.

He was being avoidant. Avoidant of people, avoidant of his memories, avoidant of the fact he was riding a high buzz on the blood currently still flowing through his system. He knew the come down was going to be horrifically bad this time, but not for another day or two.

Right now he was the safest he could be, even though everyone was back to smelling like food and--

What he really needed was a distraction.

So Mitchell was back in his office. Poking through TV channels.

[[ open. there shall be no biting today ]]

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