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HIT ME not literally

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One thing that Oxford, at times, rather appreciated about some of his fellow colleagues - one in particular - is that there were quite a number of predictable qualities that they have that make them easy to read, telepathy or no telepathy. If he were a less sociable individual, perhaps he would take up people watching on a more regular basis. For now, however, he was more suitable to being seated in the sumptuous leather armchair, positioned perfectly in the corner of his living room where he could see the front door. Shirt suitably unbuttoned (four buttons, enough to excite the imagination without ruining the fun) and a largely forgotten glass of scotch in his hand, he was the perfect image of a brooding hero from a Cold War novel, dark and mysterious and steeped in troublesome secrets. At least, Oxford liked to think so, with his ambient low lighting.

Early March. It was always an exciting and delectable time, the run up to the Boat Race. The Boat Race. A mixture of emotions and rivarly and a wonderful number of evenings waiting

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Cambridge liked to keep himself busy. Yes, he was prone to arriving late at the office (if only due to being a slow riser in that sense of the word) but it wasn't unusual for him not to leave again until gone seven in the evening. He was nothing if not a hard worker - and he liked to play just as hard as he worked

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The walk towards his front door was slow and dallying, his feigned nonchalance as comically obvious as his apparent surprise upon opening the door. Leaning against the door frame, almost as if to block Cambridge's path, keep him stalled in the spring chill for a little longer. There's a little pause as he surveys his colleague, thoughtfully, calmly telling reminding himself that the slower everything happens, the better - Cambridge was always such an impatient man, and to play on that nerve always filled Oxford with an excellent sense of satisfaction. It was a familiar scene; appearing on each other's doorsteps at a moment's notice, if with any notice at all, had become a common way for them to pass their time

[onalargerscale]

[From Rapto. Limbo kid, a little more forgiving than exactly dedicated to his cause, likes good company, can be a little naive and is overall a harmless soldier from Up There (aka Heaven).]

come at me bro (i mean long lost descendant)

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