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the text, the invitation, the location — it all feels like the setup to a super cliché horror movie. but soren still goes because he doesn’t have any other choice. however, what he doesn’t expect is for someone else to show up. so, when he hears simon’s voice, he takes the opportunity to have a little fun with their predicament. who would he be if he let such a moment pass him by? pressing his body against the wall next to the doors, he practically stops breathing and waits patiently for the other to fully enter. his heart is beating so wildly in his chest though that he wonders whether the other can hear it. he doesn’t need to wonder long, swallowing the nervous lump of anticipation in his throat, as simon steps through. “boo!” he yells, jumping out and grabbing onto the boy’s shoulders.
As if it was reflex, Simon’s arm moved up behind him. First, his elbow hitting the stranger’s chin before hitting him clear in the face with his hand knuckle-white in the fist. Turning himself around to find out the stranger wasn’t a threat but rather a friend, Soren. “Jesus Christ...” He spoke, scared shitless, “You can’t just like... do that to someone?”
