Jan 11, 2017
@gcwans !
IT’S NOT AN UNUSUAL ROUTINE. dante is troublingly f a m i l i a r with the spiraled path towards gowan’s apartment, & admittedly the initially-fraught quality to his visits has worn off, & now it’s not atypical to find the brunette, cancer stick bobbing merrily betwixt bitten petals, sauntering down to a door that he habitually finds himself at. glossy, ebony locks obscure his vision as a raised fist raps ( once, twice, thrice ! ) upon the thin surface that separates them ; he’d usually pick the damned lock, but he’s feeling AWFULLY CONSIDERATE today. ‘ knock, knock --- -- did you miss me ? ’