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Ink was left in a stupor. Not really that, but he wasn't really... all together yet. The journey home had been met with a peacefully sleeping Sura, meaning that, despite his exhaustion, he still had some time to relax outside before going to bed. He wanted to limp into his room, curl up in his hammock and sleep forever- but the buzz of his journey left him wide awake and rearing for something to do.
So he wandered Jordheim. He stopped outside of each of his friends' houses. Andy's. He'd love to see her again, but she'd been so busy lately, he was sure she'd been sleeping for a while now. It was late. He wouldn't wake her. Next was Tem. Though Ink adored Tem's company, it wasn't the young prince the boy sought out tonight- no, he'd hang with him in the daylight. For now, the boy moved on. Colibri? She needed her rest. No. Roland hadn't been home when he'd stopped by, so that voted the wolf out, too. Niernan? Nah, the older male was probably dead to the world. Saul and Lilin were bound to be sleeping too, if not busy with alpha stuff. So, much to his dismay, the boy wandered on...
...until he came to a stop outside of a familiar scented house. Thorn Russo. He'd been an interesting new friend a week ago. The boy stood back with hands in his pockets, tilting his head so his hair would fall to the sides of his face gently. He wore his usual gypsy pants and layered top, along with his belt of everything, but only because he hadn't bothered to stay in- modesty. The optime boy stared dumbly at the hill's door, that familiar and welcoming scent almost too good to pass up. Surely the wily Thorn would be home and awake at this hour! Hesitantly, Ink lingered by the door, hand raised as if to knock. It wouldn't be nice to wake him... I'll knock once. If he doesn't answer then, I'll leave. He rapped the door with his knuckles and stepped back, waiting patiently to see the result. He hoped he hadn't woken the man...
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