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 Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 12:11 pm
Lorne was over most days, which Auguste had long grown accustomed to. But somehow, in recent months, their paths simply hadn't crossed, and it had been far, far too long since Auguste had actually seen the man, which was starting to wear sadly at him the longer it was.
Which was why, this time, he went to Lorne's place, instead of simply waiting around. Dressed in a pair of comfortable sky blue leggings and a white sweater, he appeared at the other man's doorstep and knocked, wondering if Lorne was actually in, or if he was at Colin's, or if he was in classes - one could never be too sure.
In his bag, there were several CDs of music as well as a few other miscellaneous items - and a small, wrapped package that had a bow around it.
"Lorne? Are you in?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 5:55 am
There was some rustling from within the apartment, barely audible. It was followed quickly by some sort of sad hybrid of a crash and a yelp, followed by some more commotion before finally footsteps trailed towards the door. When Lorne emerged, his hair was ruffled, a pen tucked behind his ear, another hanging from the front of his t-shirt, and to make matters worse, he was wearing baggy pajama pants and rather smelling of coffee.
Nonetheless, mildly bewildered as he looked, he looked no less delighted to see Auguste. He was immediately all smiles and the little ball of chaos that he'd left behind was suddenly the least of his concerns. "Hey! Come in, come in, I - sorry, " he sputtered out a little sheepishly, stepping aside to invite his friend in. "It's a bit m-messy, but here, have a seat, I'll make some coca or something - are you in the mood for a drink? I-I didn't actually ask, I'm sorry, would you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 9:35 am
Lorne received a wide-eyed, concerned look from Auguste, who took in his somewhat disheveled appearance and the paired crash he'd heard from behind the door with an expression of worry on his pale, freckled face.
"Bonjour, Lorne," said Auguste as he stepped inside, and then shook his head, snowy hair fluttering around his cheeks. "No, I don't need a drink. Are you all right?"
His fingers reached out before Lorne could get away, Auguste wrapping them around his friend's wrist and giving them a little squeeze. Regardless of any time spent apart, Lorne was still one of the precious people that Auguste considered his family; and although he was sort of used to him being a little...distracted, he seemed vaguely worse for the wear.
Auguste frowned.
"What was that crash?"
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