[It's sad. Embarrassing even. As much as he was looking forward to playing today he is looking forward to heading back into the apartment. It's an agonizingly slow process from the walk home to the elevator to their door. Finally the key unlocks the door. He doesn't care about where his coat lands. The old man has the foresight to not lay directly in the entry way. It's more of paralleled to the back of the couch.
Flop.
Right there. On his back. Finally. There's a rough and heavy sigh for that. The floor feels cool, it's a bonus.]
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Flop.
Right there. On his back. Finally. There's a rough and heavy sigh for that. The floor feels cool, it's a bonus.]