[ Connor/Stephen | K | 100w | 2007-05-02 |
Mirror ]
Connor is lost in the rain. Bugger. (Written for
primeval100 challenge #2: lost.)
Cats and Dogs
Raining. No, pouring. Like God was doing it just to show off, the stupid sod.
Connor was lost. Or, more precisely, he was... creatively wandering. He knew exactly where he was going. Sort of.
Bloody hell.
He snapped open his mobile.
“-yeah-what’s the number again?”
Ten minutes later, he was there, sopping wet.
Stephen evaluated his state with quirked lips.
“Well, there goes my offer for a shower. Let’s get you a towel,” he said over his shoulder as he walked back into the flat.
Connor blinked water out of his eyes, scrambling after.
“…a shower, you say?”