★ 18 [Voice] Some Sundays It's Loud as Thunder

[mightbeconcussed]

Harold Saxon aka The Master left the City today.

People go away and come back all the time, right? He wouldn't tell me to wait if he wasn't planning on coming back. And what does that even mean? Wait for what? Wait for dinner. Wait for Summer. Wait for football season. Wait until I get back which could be who knows when.

Just...wait.

In any case, I'm staying Harry's indefinitely. He left me the flat until he gets back. Someone has to take care of Masha.

Keats, I need alcohol and lots of it.

I'm out of ice cream and I hate today.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Actually I want you to stay in the bed with me tonight," Lucy answered without pause. "But if you like the couch that works for me. Definitely not cereal. Something more real food shaped."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

The couch was smaller than the bed. Keats began dealing the cards. "I can do that, Lucy."

Afterall, what were friends for?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

That earned him another smile. "Thank you, Keats. Best friend ever," she assured him as she took a drink of her Baily's and ice cream. "Oooooh totally missing out. This could be my new favorite thing ever."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"I know the finer things in life, Lucy." Keats tipped his glass. "Got a six?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy stuck her tongue out at Keats and handed over her six. "Okay I have to admit you do. Got any fours?"