May 12, 2015
“You know what this place could really need?” Caleb turned over onto his belly from where he was lying on the couch, watching Rollo work away on their dinner. “... A cat.”
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“You know what this place could really need?” Caleb turned over onto his belly from where he was lying on the couch, watching Rollo work away on their dinner. “... A cat.”
“Rollo? Are you up?” Caleb walked into the bedroom, a coup of coffee in each hand. He was awoken early to the bright light coming from the window, not being able to sleep anymore he had took the privilege to make some coffee for the two of them. Rollo’s back was turned towards him and the wolf’s breath was steady so he could not tell if he was awake or not.
“Hey!” Caleb yelled out, skipping off the hood of his car, striding over to his coach. “What are you doing for lunch? Don’t answer that because I already know what you’re doing. You’re coming with me!” The teen smirked, gripping the bag that laid over his shoulder. “I hope you’re hungry.”