It was ear shattering, the footsteps scrabbling up weathered tiles, laughter escaping parted fibres as the window was yanked open. Half of Rory falling into her room as she grinned. “Evening,” a cocked, perhaps cheshire grin that coated her dark features as she heard footsteps pound towards her room, the door flying open revealing her mother. Exasperated sighs but a smile nevertheless. “Rory, you’re aware we have a door, right?” those who knew mama blackwell could detect the humour in her tone, a smile hinting to fill her lips. “Staying for dinner?” disappearing without an answer. The woman would cook for him just in case, they both knew it. Painted digits slid in the latest ‘Goo Goo Doll album,’ before collapsing on her bed; feet swinging wildly.
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