Damn your fucking perfect teeth John is never smiling again-- except oh shit, there he went, grinning crookedly to expose his crazy buck teeth. Dammit. Stupid sexy Striders. He cleared his throat and tried to school his expression into something less dopey and only partially succeeded, hefting his backpack and pulling his rollerboard into the apartment.
"Yeah, hah, you keep telling yourself that," he fudged, determined to not be swayed by Strider wiles. He managed to nudge the door shut with his foot without tripping himself or smacking it into his suitcase, much to his own surprise, and took a gander around the apartment to see what Dave had done with the place.
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:34 pm (UTC)"Yeah, hah, you keep telling yourself that," he fudged, determined to not be swayed by Strider wiles. He managed to nudge the door shut with his foot without tripping himself or smacking it into his suitcase, much to his own surprise, and took a gander around the apartment to see what Dave had done with the place.