InsaneJournal

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III - Lost - III

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Luther stood in front of the maroon door in his spacious living room, dressed in light brown pants, a dark blue sweater and a black leather jacket. With those clothes, he appeared to be just like the other citizens of the city. It was exactly what he wanted, so he could meld with the crowd and not be recognized by any of the people in the streets.

He supposed that Fayt had been in the same situation in the convention. Was that why he had left so suddenly? Luther wished he could have gone after him, but other things mattered at the time and the arrival of Fayt’s limo had been strangely convenient.

He wondered whether he should truly pursue him. He wasn’t sure if they were ever to cross paths again, but if Fayt had showed up in the convention, then maybe they were bound to meet again.

And so, now he was dressed, but he had nowhere to go. He had a lot of work done and while he could always get ahead, there was always more work to do. There really wasn’t much of a difference in terms of productivity.

But he stood there and stood there and turned the knob and finally opened the door.

And there was Fayt Leingod, adorned in the same clothes of light brown shorts and white tank top, standing patiently before him.

“Hi,” Fayt greeted with that lovely little smile.

Luther stared at the model for a while and smirked.

Things were about to be interesting.

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tbc.

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A/n: Lol. Ooo, what’s gonna happen neeeext~? I wasn’t expecting that twist either. XD

And yes, I’m really writing out of my head, but I’m writing this nearly everyday now. (YAY!)