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fandomtownies2016-03-03 06:48 pm
rebelseekspizza) wrote in fandomtownies2016-03-03 06:48 pm
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Kwik Stop Rooftop, Thursday Afternoon
Dante'd been by a couple of times to feed the cat, but it'd been a while since they last shared some quality time. And sure, it was still cold out, but Dante's coat was practically tailor-made for this kind of shit; it just meant closing it up for once, that was all.
And so on Thursday afternoon he made it back into town, a container of meat scraps he'd collected from dinner over the past couple of days under his arm. He got up on the roof in two bounds, flipped over onto the edge, opened up the container, and set it down next to him.
The cat showed up about five minutes later. "You're getting slow in your old age, kitty-cat," Dante said, sitting back. "Guess that's not so bad."
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And so on Thursday afternoon he made it back into town, a container of meat scraps he'd collected from dinner over the past couple of days under his arm. He got up on the roof in two bounds, flipped over onto the edge, opened up the container, and set it down next to him.
The cat showed up about five minutes later. "You're getting slow in your old age, kitty-cat," Dante said, sitting back. "Guess that's not so bad."
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