❝Randall... where are you?❞
ᒥ ♦Լ♦ ᒧ He paced back and forth through the living room, a stern frown on his face. It had been several weeks since Randall’s sudden disappearance, and Hershel couldn’t help but worry. It wasn’t like Randall to not rave about where he was going, or, at the very least, inform Hershel at least ten times.
❝Why haven’t you come home?❞
ᒥ ♦Լ♦ ᒧ Of course, he was trying his best not to make a scene. After all, Luke was home, and sitting in the room with him, silently staring at the small gift he had left on the table. Randall had, in his absence, missed their anniversary without even so much as a call. That only worried the professor more. With a small, agitated sigh he added, fear shaking him to the core;
❝It’s unbecoming to make a gentleman worry...❞