Aug. 22nd, 2016

suitably_heroic: (dsp: woah.)
Atton was still tired. He was pretty sure he was going to stay tired until the month was over and he could finally move the hell on with his life.

But he was home now, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. This time, he found his keys before he woke up half the floor, opened the front door, and pushed in. He was trying to stay quiet - he wasn't sure if Sparkle was asleep and he didn't have the energy to use the Force to check.

It was nice to be home, though. As he put down the duffel and looked at the living room which - despite his best efforts for years - had finally started to crowd up with furniture and plants and stuff, he had to acknowledge that. Both that it was nice, and that it was home.

It felt like relief.

[[ for the other guy who lives here, if he wants. otherwise establishy. ]]

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