Bad Sun
WHO: Emi and John
WHEN: October 24th, evening
WHERE: The Flat
WHAT: Her flightless Kiwi's come home.
RATING: Fluffier than a goddamn pile of Pomeranian.
Someone (and God only knew but John certainly didn't) had once wisely said that 'Home is where the heart is' and while a piece of his would always remain with his beloved Aotearoa, he had reached an understanding that the large majority of it existed across the pond in a big, little place called Liberty.
Or it had.
It had followed Loto to the far reaches of the South, it had followed Jared to the North. Out there in the heat of the Australian sun, it had stuck fast to a thick git from Oz.
In a way, the majority of it continued to remain in the States. Others had moved elsewhere, but Liberty continued to contain a high concentration of his best mates, his family.
His Emimi.
There was a stupid, sheepish grin splitting his face he hadn't been able to get rid of since fiddling with his phone at the airport had yielded a response from her. Standing with heaps of luggage outside his own door, it took on a tinge of anxiousness.
Frying pan, chair, machete or fist, he sucked in a deep, rattling breath with the conviction that he could take anything permitted he manage at least five seconds of hugging before blood loss.
John wrestled with his keys, thrust the door open and tossed his belongings every which way as he crowed-
"Emiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm hoooooooooooooooome."
WHEN: October 24th, evening
WHERE: The Flat
WHAT: Her flightless Kiwi's come home.
RATING: Fluffier than a goddamn pile of Pomeranian.
Someone (and God only knew but John certainly didn't) had once wisely said that 'Home is where the heart is' and while a piece of his would always remain with his beloved Aotearoa, he had reached an understanding that the large majority of it existed across the pond in a big, little place called Liberty.
Or it had.
It had followed Loto to the far reaches of the South, it had followed Jared to the North. Out there in the heat of the Australian sun, it had stuck fast to a thick git from Oz.
In a way, the majority of it continued to remain in the States. Others had moved elsewhere, but Liberty continued to contain a high concentration of his best mates, his family.
His Emimi.
There was a stupid, sheepish grin splitting his face he hadn't been able to get rid of since fiddling with his phone at the airport had yielded a response from her. Standing with heaps of luggage outside his own door, it took on a tinge of anxiousness.
Frying pan, chair, machete or fist, he sucked in a deep, rattling breath with the conviction that he could take anything permitted he manage at least five seconds of hugging before blood loss.
John wrestled with his keys, thrust the door open and tossed his belongings every which way as he crowed-
"Emiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm hoooooooooooooooome."