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grantmiddleton) wrote2014-04-18 08:09 pm
grantmiddleton) wrote2014-04-18 08:09 pm
Outside the Condo {OPEN}
Grant glanced up from his phone when he felt a shadow hang over him and found a giant, behemoth of a man who didn't speak much but grunted a lot at the other two movers. "Hmm? Oh, just put everything in the living room. I'll take care of it all later. Thanks."
He went back to his phone, typing rapidly as he replied to text after text from his mom. He grinned to himself. She was a worrier, always had been, always will be. And this was the first time her only child lived further than an hour away from her. So he was distracted when he heard a crash and looked up to see a hundred year old dresser on the ground.
"Hey! Careful! That dresser is worth ten times your pay today!" The movers all grunted, which Grant assumed was an apology. He swore under his breath, immediately tattling on the movers to his mom who was, unsurprisingly, pissed at the thought of any Middleton furniture being treated so carelessly. He shook his head. It was a shitty old dresser that belonged to his uncle and really not worth getting angry over. He hated the thing anyway - it was fifty shades of ugly. He hated most of the things coming out of the truck. But appearances are key, and if any of his family happened to come for a visit, they'd expect to see certain key pieces on proud display in his home. Even if the crap clashed horribly with his home.
He sighed and asked how much longer the move would take. When he got a "One more hour" out of the movers, he groaned. Moving sucked. Moving really sucked when you were slightly hung over and wanted a nap.
He went back to his phone, typing rapidly as he replied to text after text from his mom. He grinned to himself. She was a worrier, always had been, always will be. And this was the first time her only child lived further than an hour away from her. So he was distracted when he heard a crash and looked up to see a hundred year old dresser on the ground.
"Hey! Careful! That dresser is worth ten times your pay today!" The movers all grunted, which Grant assumed was an apology. He swore under his breath, immediately tattling on the movers to his mom who was, unsurprisingly, pissed at the thought of any Middleton furniture being treated so carelessly. He shook his head. It was a shitty old dresser that belonged to his uncle and really not worth getting angry over. He hated the thing anyway - it was fifty shades of ugly. He hated most of the things coming out of the truck. But appearances are key, and if any of his family happened to come for a visit, they'd expect to see certain key pieces on proud display in his home. Even if the crap clashed horribly with his home.
He sighed and asked how much longer the move would take. When he got a "One more hour" out of the movers, he groaned. Moving sucked. Moving really sucked when you were slightly hung over and wanted a nap.
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"I was born and raised here. Moved away with my family a long time ago. I got a job offer so now I've returned."
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Instead he gave him a fat wink. "Well, you're here now. Besides that it's dubious blondes with cats and business cards and a grumpy cop with a homophobic streak. As long as they listen, I'm fine."
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Grant laughed at 'grumpy cop'. "James? Or is there another grumpy cop on the force I don't know about?" He sighed and scratched his chin. "I got a lot of catching up around here."
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Cinderella came closer, looking up at Grant like judgment was still out. "Why? Nothing ever changes here."
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He gave the cat what he hoped would be an accepting smile to her. She looked like she could tear his face off if she wanted. "Lot of newcomers. I already met two today." He grumbled. "One's nice, one not so much. Mean little Korean girl."
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"I didn't take it personal." Bach shrugged. "I usually don't. It was probably an embarrassing situation. For him. I'm not embarrassed easily. But hey, having roots doesn't make you less new, man. The town might have evolved drastically, you know?"
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Grant laughed. "I already feel like a fish out of water. Same buildings, few different shop names, different owners. The mentality seems about the same, but it's definitely...changed around here."
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She meowed at him with the sound of an eye-roll and sat down at his feet. "Was it more ..coherent when you were younger? It feels like some parts just don't fit together so well .."
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He nodded, looking around at the neighborhood. "Coherent...not really. My family stirred up their share of drama. There's always been a distinct division in Siren Cove. I don't think that's changed at all."
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"A division.. that's probably an insider thing. Dramatic enough to become lethal? Because I don't want this town to be the place I die."
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He laughed a little. "Lethal, yes, but that was over a hundred or so years ago. I think you'll be safe, buddy. Unless you piss off the wrong person."
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"No, sorry, you're not a brat." He looked at Grant. "Maybe you can explain the bad place comment another time? I won't invite you home because it's small inside to fit in here but ..a beer somewhere?"
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