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Robert Small [ "knife dad" ] (
2017-07-29 03:11 am (UTC)
[ Christ, this means Robert has to get pants on.
And begrudgingly he does. When he returns to the living room to find Whiskers lazing in an angled patch of sunlight on the couch, he stops to regard the fluffy friend in a voice that groans like stone. ]
It's fine. I was gonna have to get dressed either way.
[ It's not Whiskers' fault that Joseph's coming over. Whiskers wouldn't do him dirty like that on purpose. ]
It's...gonna be fine.
[ Robert's gaze is frozen on the floor, voice flat, unconvinced by his own self. Yeah, he's about as convinced as the cat is.
He slumps over to the front window and pulls the blinds away, peering out onto the street. Yup. There he is, in a bright pastel polo like a fucking warning siren. Robert somehow gets the idea that making Joseph knock will just make it more awkward, so he waits until he's almost on his front step before pulling the door open.
But not enough to walk inside, just yet.
In fact...Robert just stands there, scowling at how unprepared he was to take this much sunlight to the face all of a sudden. ]
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