Fiona and Griff had made their way back up the stairs in a reasonably happy mood. Both of them were a little darker for their time in the sun and on the sand, and Fiona had a bag full of all the things she'd gotten for friends and family alike. The largest item was probably the instrument she'd gotten for Eliot: she didn't know what it was or how
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Nothing like a blood rage to finish up a really nice week away from the drama.
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"I don't know. I--" and she plucked the sign up off of the pile to hand to him.
"Don't want to assume, but" and that came with a meaningful glance at the door to Griff's room.
She wasn't angry, not quite yet. She was too busy trying to work out how this made any sense whatsoever. As soon as she concluded that it didn't and that it just meant that Alex was a complete asshole (which wouldn't take long for her, considering her usual feelings on him) the rage would rise up, red and unforgiving.
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"It's not his place to kick you out. And it definitely wasn't his place to give away your things."
She raised her hand to knock on the door.
"He doesn't let you in, I'll cut the stupid door in half."
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