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MHA #8, Tuesday evening after class
Class had presumably gone well and once things were cleaned up Stark had headed back to his apartment where, he assumed, there would still be a squirrel waiting for him. Hopefully just the one squirrel he was expecting and not any stray wildlife.
“Summer? I brought snacks back with me,” he called out as he opened the door. “Plenty of nuts to share.”
Had he said that on purpose to see if he could inspire another fit of squirrelly laughter? Maybe he had.
“Are you back to yourself yet? Or still a squirrel?”
He stopped in the kitchen to put down the food he’d brought back before heading to the living room to look for his temporary resident squirrel. There were plenty of blankets lying around to make cozy squirrel nests in. Not quite as many blankets as there were in the bedroom but he didn’t think she would be in there. He’d find her soon enough. The apartment really wasn’t that all that large.
[For that ginger squirrel!]
“Summer? I brought snacks back with me,” he called out as he opened the door. “Plenty of nuts to share.”
Had he said that on purpose to see if he could inspire another fit of squirrelly laughter? Maybe he had.
“Are you back to yourself yet? Or still a squirrel?”
He stopped in the kitchen to put down the food he’d brought back before heading to the living room to look for his temporary resident squirrel. There were plenty of blankets lying around to make cozy squirrel nests in. Not quite as many blankets as there were in the bedroom but he didn’t think she would be in there. He’d find her soon enough. The apartment really wasn’t that all that large.
[For that ginger squirrel!]