Darren Quigg : Ministry Maintenance (![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hustlequigg) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2008-01-21 05:59:00 |
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Completed thread.
Characters: Darren Quigg and Devon Kirke
Setting: Devon's flat, Sunday January 20th, afternoon
Summary: Darren gets PWNed.
Rating/Status: PG-13/R (for language & vase throwing) / Finished!
"Huh," Darren muttered in confusion as he stared at the unopened door before him. He knew Devon was there, he could hear her moving around inside, but after three rounds of knocks and nearly ten minutes of him waiting she still hadn't opened the door. Raising his fist once more, Darren gave the wood four heavy beats. "Devon," he called out. "Devon, come on. I don't care what the place looks like."
She had to be cleaning. It was the only feasible explanation for all the fussing around he could hear. The witch had one heck of a set of lungs. If she was in trouble beyond the door, he'd know. Plus, Devon had a tendency to clean her arse off. As far as he knew, her flat simply wasn't ever dirty or unkempt. So, if she was cleaning with this much gusto, there was a good chance she was upset about something and since she wasn't answering the door, it probably was do to him. Great. What had done to piss her off now?
Darren sighed and beat twice on the door with both fists before dropping his forehead to join them on the cool wood. "Devon. Get the door."
Characters: Darren Quigg and Devon Kirke
Setting: Devon's flat, Sunday January 20th, afternoon
Summary: Darren gets PWNed.
Rating/Status: PG-13/R (for language & vase throwing) / Finished!
"Huh," Darren muttered in confusion as he stared at the unopened door before him. He knew Devon was there, he could hear her moving around inside, but after three rounds of knocks and nearly ten minutes of him waiting she still hadn't opened the door. Raising his fist once more, Darren gave the wood four heavy beats. "Devon," he called out. "Devon, come on. I don't care what the place looks like."
She had to be cleaning. It was the only feasible explanation for all the fussing around he could hear. The witch had one heck of a set of lungs. If she was in trouble beyond the door, he'd know. Plus, Devon had a tendency to clean her arse off. As far as he knew, her flat simply wasn't ever dirty or unkempt. So, if she was cleaning with this much gusto, there was a good chance she was upset about something and since she wasn't answering the door, it probably was do to him. Great. What had done to piss her off now?
Darren sighed and beat twice on the door with both fists before dropping his forehead to join them on the cool wood. "Devon. Get the door."
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