Sep 14, 2006 11:06
James had gone out for the afternoon, and when he returned towards five in the evening, he made his way up to his and Greg's room.
"Hey," he greeted when he entered, and maybe Greg noticed the parcel he was holding in his hand. James shut the door behind him and dropped the keys on the table as he passed it. "The town's pretty small," he conversationally began, one-handedly shrugging himself out of his jacket.
He was still clutching the parcel in his other hand.
james,
greg