Running with the shadows of the night

[venus_afflicted]

Jean-Paul's words had struck a chord with Warren. They weren't kids anymore. In ways they had never been. But their childhood, those days of violence and war, had to be left behind at some point. When did they become complete and whole unto themselves without a body count to validate them? Jean-Paul had a kid, sort of. Warren had been sick for

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[lust_for_life]

Some garbled yelling came from the back of the apartment, but it was completely unintelligble. Jean-Paul sighed, rolled his eyes at himself and stomped across the hallway to open the front door. He was apparently in the middle of brushing his teeth, as indicated by the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He was only half-dressed. He'd clearly only woken up a little bit ago. Dammit, JP. You are so lazy.

[venus_afflicted]

"Awwww, did I wake you up,' Warren drawled, stepping through the door. He smelled like smoke. Cigarette, sure, but another kind. Wood smoke. Things burning.

Pushing past JP, he gave him a pout. "Should I come back later?"

[lust_for_life]

"Nngh, hh hrnn hrn hah hi--" Uh. Maybe he should spit before he talks again. He walks back to the bathroom, expecting Warren will follow, and spits into the sink. "No, I woke up all by myself. I even tied my own shoes and everything."
...
No he didn't. One of them is a mess.

[pyretogenic]

"Well, you're just getting to be a big boy now, aren't you,' Warren teased, sliding up behind Jean-Paul and kissing the back of his neck. "Miss me?"