Making Friends

Hendrick narrowed his eyes and scowled. “You’re telling me, Dag and Jacobs are at a party?”

The titan hummed and stepped back. “There was an unexpected turn of events.” Sweeping an arm out in mocking invitation, Gregori displayed a broken set of pearly whites as he grinned at the old scout. “Won’t you come in?”

The giant wore battle-torn fatigue pants as if they were flannel. Bare foot and bare-chested, he obviously had not been expecting company.

“Bah, come in,” Gregori said firmly as Hendrick hesitated. “You’re here already.”

He sighed and walked over the threshold. “Gin?”

The titan laughed.

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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