Atton’s hands were steady as he slid his key in the lock. Mainly through sheer force of practice, of always remembering to hide that kind of thing, but still - he was proud of it. For about five seconds; then the door swung open and he found himself confronted with the truly furious expression of his drummer.
( Where the fuck have you been? )
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( Where the fuck have you been? )
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