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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* ]]
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* ]]
