[He'd sent a text earlier. There soon, bringing dinner. Connor Walsh was Soeki's first real friend he'd made in London since he moved here, even if it had been under less than ideal circumstances, considering his little ghost issue. That bond had, miraculously, stuck, through Soeki introducing him to Circle Midnight and through whatever else the universe threw at either of them. These nights in with their respective books to eat dinner and study in each other's presence aren't uncommon.
He shows up outside Connor's flat about when he said he would, bags of takeaway in one hand and a couple of thick, musty-smelling books under his other arm. Soeki is dressed casually in jeans and a hoodie, damp from the light drizzle.]
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He shows up outside Connor's flat about when he said he would, bags of takeaway in one hand and a couple of thick, musty-smelling books under his other arm. Soeki is dressed casually in jeans and a hoodie, damp from the light drizzle.]
C'mon, open up, it's wet and miserable out here.