With that thought in mind, it was with a skip in his step that Efflo trotted towards the Ghost dorms, his ears perked forward. He'd come a long way from the little first year in tatters, his hair was neatly groomed and pulled into a low ponytail and even his clothes were mostly not moth-eaten, the glowworms haven been glared into submission by a boyfriend tired of his gifts becoming bug-food.
Also gone was the way he paused before Gabby's door, or knocked, waiting to be invited in. Now he stepped in like he owned the place, kicking his boots off by the door and tossing his jacket onto the bed.
"Honey, I'm home," he sing-songed, with just a hint of sarcasm. However, no matter how much sass he had, he couldn't wipe the silly smile of off his face - it was true.
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