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Date Posted: Tue, Oct 30 2007, 12:00am PDT
Author: Aiden
Subject: They don't ask any questions
In reply to: Aiden 's message, "
Now the windows are black, and the lock's on the door
And my copied key, I can't use anymore
" on Mon, Oct 29 2007, 10:19pm PDT

He squeezed her fingers gently before reluctantly letting her go, though he lingered at the doorway for sometime - watching her get settled, waiting for that last smile, and then even a couple minutes longer until she had actually raised her voice and started her lecture before he finally turned away to head towards his own office so he could ditch his stuff and then call up to the dean's office to see if she had time to see him. He was in his own little world, reliving the night before with a small, secretive smile as he made his way slowly down the hall, not even registering the jogging footsteps behind him until the other man was at his side and raising his voice in greeting. He and Tommy had always had their differences, yet he still considered the colleague a friend of sorts and at times actually felt some compassion for him - he knew Tommy had always had a thing for Keila, and he also knew that the girl had never really looked at Tommy like that. "What's going on, Tommy?" He questioned in greeting, just casually, in a good mood thanks to his perfect night and amazing morning, though his brows furrowed quite suddenly at the question and he was silent for a few steps as he struggled to figure out the appropriate response. "Uh, yeah, well... We are." He had no idea what exactly he was supposed to say - they had been talking a bit ever since he got home, and then at that party of hers and whatnot - granted all of that was a lot different than them showing up to school together in one car...

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The girl is mine -- Tommy, Tue, Oct 30 2007, 8:17pm PDT