[Happy Birthday?]
Muds hasn't been around much lately. And when he's been around, he hasn't really been all that...there, really. And when the boy didn't show up at school on his birthday, Stu knew he had to do something. He'd called a couple of times, but there wasn't any answer, and so Stu decided to go over to the Niccals apartment himself. He'd like to think that Muds would do the same for him.
He took the bus because he doesn't quite trust the neighborhood with his bike, and his mother refused to drive him. It's a long, far too warm trip, and any effort he'd made to make himself look good for the occasion was kind of wasted by the time he got there. Once he's up the stairs, he's pink and a bit out of breath to go with the disheveled dampness of the boy.
He knocks on the door, chewing his bottom lip and praying that it isn't Hannibal that opens the door...and that Muds won't be too mad that he's here...and that the gift he brought isn't too dumb. There's a lot of praying going on, to be honest.
He took the bus because he doesn't quite trust the neighborhood with his bike, and his mother refused to drive him. It's a long, far too warm trip, and any effort he'd made to make himself look good for the occasion was kind of wasted by the time he got there. Once he's up the stairs, he's pink and a bit out of breath to go with the disheveled dampness of the boy.
He knocks on the door, chewing his bottom lip and praying that it isn't Hannibal that opens the door...and that Muds won't be too mad that he's here...and that the gift he brought isn't too dumb. There's a lot of praying going on, to be honest.