MCA #9 | Sunday Afternoon
Dimly, Bellamy could hear the sounds of shambling and shuffling outside his apartment. Every once in awhile, there was a moan and a groan, maybe even a few muttered nonsensical words. If he'd been a better person, he might have gotten up and checked it out. If he'd still been in the woods, he would have definitely had his gun in hand, ready to shoot.
But, he didn't move beyond frowning and stretching in his warm bed. Hey, he'd had a good night. He'd taken someone (had he ever gotten her name?) home and he was pretty sure his apartment was a wreck because of it.
Worth it.
[Open, if you wanna knock or you stayed over, sure sure]
But, he didn't move beyond frowning and stretching in his warm bed. Hey, he'd had a good night. He'd taken someone (had he ever gotten her name?) home and he was pretty sure his apartment was a wreck because of it.
Worth it.
[Open, if you wanna knock or you stayed over, sure sure]