Dark had been walking towards a familiar office where Des and Gav got their business-related mail when he spotted a young lad racing with a bit more than an adventurous twist. No imaginary horse-galloping or princess to save it seemed, more of a deadline? He pondered his cross by him with lazy eyes. The lad seemed heading the same direction, so Dark smirked and brought his guitar from his back to under his arm, snug! An exertion of strength and he started a sprint behind the lad at a rainy day's advisal of a following distance (5-7 seconds).
His red and white sneakers brought him to the very office and he gave a look around to the outdoors before repositioning his instrument to his back for the walking-setting. Slowly undoing his yellow dress shirt's cuff buttons to give him the something to do while waiting on the lad, he stepped up, next in line, seeing the boy head off with a thumbs up in greetings to the boy. Little kids liked thumbs-ups didn't they?
He rolled his right sleeve up to his forearm and reached into his backpocket where an envelope was sealed, on the cover to it was a guitar-stamp and upon the body of the instrument in sexy cursive it wrote:
"Dear Gav"
He spotted their inbox with some packed sections and discretely slipped the bright envelope to one of the cubbies and smirked thinking of it's contents. He gave a turn and a wave to the letter.
"I know it's late, but don't put it off to the next issue, It's a dilemma!" he giggled in a mumble out the door, the lad had brightened his day, and he adjusted he grabbed his guitar at the neck and got back into a run.
His red and white sneakers brought him to the very office and he gave a look around to the outdoors before repositioning his instrument to his back for the walking-setting. Slowly undoing his yellow dress shirt's cuff buttons to give him the something to do while waiting on the lad, he stepped up, next in line, seeing the boy head off with a thumbs up in greetings to the boy. Little kids liked thumbs-ups didn't they?
He rolled his right sleeve up to his forearm and reached into his backpocket where an envelope was sealed, on the cover to it was a guitar-stamp and upon the body of the instrument in sexy cursive it wrote:
"Dear Gav"
He spotted their inbox with some packed sections and discretely slipped the bright envelope to one of the cubbies and smirked thinking of it's contents. He gave a turn and a wave to the letter.
"I know it's late, but don't put it off to the next issue, It's a dilemma!" he giggled in a mumble out the door, the lad had brightened his day, and he adjusted he grabbed his guitar at the neck and got back into a run.