Finn awoke to the quiet twittering of his cell phone on the nightstand. As his dreams drifted away, he lazily groped for his phone, silencing its ringing. He brought the phone to his face, examining the screen.
He heaved his body up from the mattress as he squinted his eyes in the light. Breathing in yawns, his feet moved him towards the kitchen. Skillet. Margarine. Eggs. Cheddar. As he ate breakfast, he started to feel more awake. He moved on to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and showering.
Finn pulled on his work clothes, keeping mind of the time during his whole morning routine. He was heading into work earlier than usual today, preparing for a hectic new book release. It was going to be a long day.
He took his wallet and his keys, and grabbed his coat. He locked the door, then headed down the stairs.
Looks like I'm lucky today... I haven't seen Sullivan, Finn thought.
As Finn approached the doorway, his mood immediately sank. Kieran Sullivan stood in front of the door, carrying his groceries and looking for his keys. He hadn't seen him yet. Finn wondered if he could get past him unnoticed, but quickly realized there was no way. He made his way to the door as Sullivan pushed it open. They walked past each other, and Finn sighed in relief.
"Heya, pussy," Sullivan remarked.
Wayward Twitter sketches - Collecting some of the rough sketches I've shared on Twitter for Wayward(Ongoing personal project)
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