He's got a box from that bakery that had the grand reopening- little pumpkin biscuits. Autumn's creeping up, he can't help but feel festive. He knocks on the door. The red scarf, offered to Mulcahy once for that brief outing, is looped around his shoulders, the same colour as his vest. When Hawk knocks, it's to the tune of shave and a haircut.
He searches for an appropriate joke, and comes up empty.
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Date: 2024-09-26 12:58 pm (UTC)He's got a box from that bakery that had the grand reopening- little pumpkin biscuits. Autumn's creeping up, he can't help but feel festive. He knocks on the door. The red scarf, offered to Mulcahy once for that brief outing, is looped around his shoulders, the same colour as his vest. When Hawk knocks, it's to the tune of shave and a haircut.
He searches for an appropriate joke, and comes up empty.