Book Bonding
Who: Willem and Toris
When: Friday Afternoon, March 11
Where:
What: Without Sindre around to watch Merlin with, Willem goes out bike riding to pass the time.
< It had become an unspoken rule for Winchester scheduling that barring emergencies, the only shift Willem worked on Friday nights was the second shift,if he worked them at all. He could be counted on to work pretty much every other shift, and often worked doubles on Saturday night, but Friday nights were off limits.
Not many of his coworkers knew it was because he and his friend sat around his apartment watching a British show about wizards.
Usually he was glad for the scheduling, not because he had any true interest in the show but because Sindre was good company. Tonight, however, he was cursing the lack of distraction. He hadn’t talked to Sindre since he’d given away Søren’s secret Saturday morning, but from the Dane’s reaction he could guess something had gone horribly wrong.
He didn’t know what, and not finding out probably made him a coward, but when Sindre hadn’t been at their regular meeting place today he had simply gotten his bike and left. He’d sat around for most of the afternoon studying, but as showtime got closer he kept getting distracted.
Finally, he had grabbed his bike and gone riding. About an half an hour in, he found himself passing a book store. He slowed, than circled back. He hadn’t had any new books except text books since he’d gotten here. And anyway, it couldn’t hurt to look.
With that thought in mind, he parked his bike near the entrance and went in.>
When: Friday Afternoon, March 11
Where:
What: Without Sindre around to watch Merlin with, Willem goes out bike riding to pass the time.
< It had become an unspoken rule for Winchester scheduling that barring emergencies, the only shift Willem worked on Friday nights was the second shift,if he worked them at all. He could be counted on to work pretty much every other shift, and often worked doubles on Saturday night, but Friday nights were off limits.
Not many of his coworkers knew it was because he and his friend sat around his apartment watching a British show about wizards.
Usually he was glad for the scheduling, not because he had any true interest in the show but because Sindre was good company. Tonight, however, he was cursing the lack of distraction. He hadn’t talked to Sindre since he’d given away Søren’s secret Saturday morning, but from the Dane’s reaction he could guess something had gone horribly wrong.
He didn’t know what, and not finding out probably made him a coward, but when Sindre hadn’t been at their regular meeting place today he had simply gotten his bike and left. He’d sat around for most of the afternoon studying, but as showtime got closer he kept getting distracted.
Finally, he had grabbed his bike and gone riding. About an half an hour in, he found himself passing a book store. He slowed, than circled back. He hadn’t had any new books except text books since he’d gotten here. And anyway, it couldn’t hurt to look.
With that thought in mind, he parked his bike near the entrance and went in.>