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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 8:05 am
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It had been a while since Horace had seen him. While he wouldn't define their relationships as close friends, it felt like it was in that odd limbo of 'do I seek him out or not' that Horace hated. His time with Jordan was similar, too. Maybe he just needed to put in more of an effort into these things... He raked his hand through his hair, the long black strands falling around his shoulders. Plus, it was odd to see Zac outside of the bookshop and if Horace believed in fate, he'd say it was so. Regardless, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
A warm hand settled lightly on Zac's shoulder before Horace swung himself in front of the other man. "Hey, Zac." He smiled and adjusted his backpack on one shoulder. (Wearing it on two shoulders was for squares, or something.) "Mind if I sit?" It was a relatively busy time of day for the small cafe, so he hoped it wasn't too odd of a question - that is, there were really no seats left unless he wanted to bug a stranger. And why bug a stranger when he could bug Zac?
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