butterflybullet:

Vernique had a package.

Between school and the massive free battle royales, I figured you could use a little something.

Love,
Dad

Eight pounds of cocoa-dusted Belgian truffles.

As she carried them happily to her room, she stopped to knock on the door next to hers.

weavingwizard:

Daniel never asked for help when it came to his father. He had just disappeared into his lab one day after helping out with some other stuff. Then he left a few days latter smelling like he hadn't bathed in a few days without a word.

Like that he was gone. Not a word or hint. He should have said something. People can yell at him latter.

Right now though? It's been a week. No sign of the young wizard nor any word.


Just what was up with Daniel?

discardedheir:

After many, many things had been taken dealt with, and after Kristoff had finally gotten some sleep, he eventually made his way to quietly and politely knock on Andrea's door.

It was about time for some routine diagnostics and maintenance, on the level with which his assistance was generally helpful. After everything that had happened, making sure she was all right was all the more important.

jackmurdock:

A hard looking kid dressed in a new fancy-name jacket held up a corner of the building opposite from the one Jack crouched on. Five stories up, Jack could see his silhouette pretty well from the lone street light halfway down the block. The kid, and the four menacing figures ranged around him in doorways of rundown brick buildings, were ‘taking care of business‘. Even the cold couldn’t put a damper on the need to score that last hit. Cars made a slow but steady cash flow trickle as Jack watched them ease to a stop at the corner. A few seconds to exchange tiny baggies for folded paper, and then back to lean against something and wait for the next.

( He scanned the gloomy black of the neighborhood )