#writtendeceit

[alreadyinthemind-blog]

writtendeceit

       “Freddie Lounds.”        He isn’t excited at all.        Not even a little bit...ok,        maybe a little bit, but he’s        doing his best to hide that,        one hand still curled around        his door, the other shoved in        his pocket, Bucky at his feet,        Champ nosing forward, black        snout pressing between his        leg and the curve of the door,        and, behind him, Lincoln prob-        ably nipping at Champ’s heels.        “It is a pleasure to see you again.        C’mon in - don’t worry about the        dogs, most of them don’t bite.”