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raith_rogue) wrote2011-12-06 09:24 pm
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[October 31st: For Harry]
Thomas jogged down the steps to Harry's apartment with a large, brightly wrapped box tucked under his arm and a bakery box balanced in the other hand. He was a little nervous about the gift he'd picked out, but hey, Harry had started it with those damn plastic robots. He had no room to complain.
He left the battery at the top of the stairs so he could come back for it easily without it ruining the surprise, and knocked at the door with his elbow, carefully keeping the cake balanced. "Harry?" he called out, shifting his grip so he didn't drop the cake on Harry's doorstep.
He left the battery at the top of the stairs so he could come back for it easily without it ruining the surprise, and knocked at the door with his elbow, carefully keeping the cake balanced. "Harry?" he called out, shifting his grip so he didn't drop the cake on Harry's doorstep.

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What he found made his jaw drop slightly, and made his heart clench, and suspicion melted away as he was hit by a wave of nostalgia, longing, and remembered loneliness.
Slot cars. For two.
Yet another childhood toy he'd seen commercials for and wanted desperately as a child, but had never had.
He exhaled, looking down at the box, and tried to compose himself before looking to Thomas.
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Mouse looked up from where he lay sleeping, interest piqued, but his eyes closed again almost immediately.
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