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During the ten minute mark, Philip had sent out an additional text-- the door will be open. He had been working on some chores around the house; and yes, it was laughable to think of him doing so, but the place had been an absolute mess over the last few days.
Now that must paint a picture for most; knowing how he was, and how he could be. And yes-- there had been a fair share of beer bottles laying around. As for the other fun stuff-- he tried to keep all of that in one room. The door was usually closed; after all, he had a furry little friend, and Philip wasn’t a monster. He wouldn’t subject his animal to potentially licking some coke off of a coffee table.
That’d just be barbaric.
There was a meow coming from his black cat, Hades, and it was followed by the door closing shut. Peeking his head around the corner, there was a warm smile that eased onto his lips. “Since I’m such an amazing dude, I ended up giving you three trees--” Philip tossed a baggy down his dining table, towards the direction of the door. It was right there; it was a perfect set up. “I know, I know-- hold your thanks, don’t let it all burst out at once.”
