Tyler was crap at meditating, and the footprints broke through his concentration almost before the knock at his door. Unfolding himself, he rubbed his eyes and turned off the music before going to see who it was.
He found no one but a pie, which he carefully picked up, weighing it in his hands. "Hello?"
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Date: 2008-09-01 11:25 pm (UTC)He found no one but a pie, which he carefully picked up, weighing it in his hands. "Hello?"