This effing park and it's effing ducks
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dizzy_landLeon had been sure that Carrot wouldn't like beer, but he had gotten it for Christmas, and figured he'd offer a can to his friend to give him a taste of home, even if he wouldn't accept it.
Six cans of beers later (he had been meaning to save the cans, but the last three he had ended up smashing once he was done it it before tossing them haphazardly into the box), he figured Carrot wasn't coming back. It wasn't just that Carrot was out patrolling. Leon wasn't sure, but he had that feeling. The same feeling he had when D went missing the first time.
He'd check up on D later. For now, he just wanted to go and sulk at home. Maybe he'd finish off his 24-pack in the privacy of his own room. He could go feed the ducks tomorrow.
He wrote Carrot a note, one to leave on the desk and sending another one to his mailbox before he headed home.
Six cans of beers later (he had been meaning to save the cans, but the last three he had ended up smashing once he was done it it before tossing them haphazardly into the box), he figured Carrot wasn't coming back. It wasn't just that Carrot was out patrolling. Leon wasn't sure, but he had that feeling. The same feeling he had when D went missing the first time.
He'd check up on D later. For now, he just wanted to go and sulk at home. Maybe he'd finish off his 24-pack in the privacy of his own room. He could go feed the ducks tomorrow.
He wrote Carrot a note, one to leave on the desk and sending another one to his mailbox before he headed home.
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