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It was an abysmally bright day. Mitchell didn't burn in the sunlight, but that didn't mean he thought it was the most pleasant thing in the world. So, with sunglasses on and a cap set on his head, he'd gone out for the morning groceries as quickly as he could. One thing had to be said about vampire strength: bringing home some four bags full of stuff didn't take much effort.

He stalked up the street, setting a firm pace-- just a few streets down and he'd be home, and he'd be able to settle in with tea and the telly and work on his lesson plan. A nice, quiet Sunday in a line of nice, quiet Sundays. ( Or so he thought, anyway. )

[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Warning: mentions of assault. Taken and adapted from Being Human 1x02. *draws hearts around Annie and Mitchell* ]]

There was no avoiding it indefinitely; Mitchell could only hope George hadn't been an utter arse to Tully while he was away and thrown him out on the street, or something. He sighed, fumbling around for his keys as he approached the house.

These days, he had to look one way then the other before unlocking the door. The last thing he needed was for Lauren to pop up out of the woodworks again, talking about blood and conspiracies and whatever the hell else Herrick had been feeding into her head. The last time had been bad enough - if she turned up now, he'd-- something.

The door opened with a click, and he pushed on through, yanking his sunglasses up to sit over his hair. "George--" he started, then stopped.

On the sofa - on his spot on the sofa - there was Tully, wearing nothing but a dressing gown and scratching at his balls.

... Well.

At least George hadn't tossed him out.

"Morning," Tully called, scratching somewhat leisurely, utterly undisturbed by Mitchell's arrival. To his side, Mitchell now noticed, was George, watching the telly.

It was ... not the scene he'd been expecting.

"...Right," he said, and shut the door. "I'll be upstairs, then."

[[ 'stablishy, and taken/embellished from Being Human episode 2, series 1. ]]

Mitchell's Portalocity connection hadn't been until roughly the middle of the night. They had muttered something about making sure his connection was 'concurrent', whatever that meant, but it did mean that he had had to spend a lot of time waiting by the side of the causeway for his pickup to the terminal very, very early in the morning.

It didn't help that, the longer he waited, the more his baggage seemed to copy itself, somehow. When curiosity got a firm hold of him and he leaned over to inspect them, he almost immediately recoiled.

Lost friends in World War I, said an old, dusty one. Turned into a vampire, said another. And then there were the tiny, grey ones, the ones that came equipped only with dates and that made Mitchell want to run off into another direction while he remained rooted to the spot.

The last one, he picked up. Josie, it read, simply.

He stared at it for a long while.

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( Upon arrival in Bristol, Mitchell may have gone overboard to compensate for his newly rotten mood and invited the entire neighbourhood in. Again. )

[[ all taken from episode 1x02 of Being Human! NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. ]]

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