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Kyle was unpacking all of his things. They'd decided to live together him and Zoey a few days ago and he couldn't be happier with how things were going between them. Her place was closer to her work and if he was honest better than his so they'd decided on him moving to hers and not the other way around. He was stacking books onto the shelves. All of his clothes had been put in the closet and drawers and his toiletries in the bathroom. This was one of the last things to unpack and he was hoping to surprise her by having it all done when she got back from work. They could order take away and snuggle together in their now joint home for the first time. He was looking forward to their first night.

      THE WARMTH --- inside instantly cradled his face, drawing out the aching feel of winter and replacing it with comfort. a breath, a sigh, left his nose and the scent of old books and coffee filled his lungs. whatever snow remained dissipated the further he ventured inside wherein which he deftly avoided the employees with a frantic dash towards the aged journals. the quiet was glorious. there were, perhaps, twenty people inside and yet only the faint sounds of music playing over an ancient radio were heard --- along with the occasional turning of pages and soft coughs, and even softer sneezes. “bless you.” he muttered, thoughtlessly but not unkindly, to a girl on the ground. jamie reached over her, plucking a thick, leather-bound book from the shelves.

             " no. no way. " he was vehement in his protests, the usually relaxed  d e m e a n o r   of his uptight and TENSE. his eyes flicked furtively to the other before him, before they were back to scanning the apartment that they were both stood in. HIS apartment. or -- well. it was supposed to be his apartment. he'd just signed the lease and everything and now, apparently, so had she. this had to be illegal, right ? " there's gotta be a mistake. i literally handed over the deposit yesterday. how could he do this ? " pacing back and forth frustratedly, he tried to take a few,  c a l m i n g  breaths. honestly, it wouldn't be so bad -- except the other person was HER, and not just some stranger. a stranger, he'd much prefer.

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Chiles had received a phone call from the hospital when Kyle had been brought in. Being the only sibling living officially in the same area as him she was his emergency contact. She'd been at work but had left as soon as her asshole of a boss had let her. Marching into the hospital her outfit was exremeley inappropriate, but she hadn't even thought about it. Her heels clacking across the floor brought people's attention to her. Her outfit kept it there but she ignored them. She cleared her throat at reception. "I'm looking for Kyle Carpenter. Kyle Trey Carpenter. I'm his sister." She tapped her nails on the reception counter. When she didn't get a response quick enough she added "Date of birth April 19th 1992" her voice clearly irritated.

thank you that means a lot. sorry i haven’t been on him lately. my muse is m.i.a. for him atm. :/