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maskormenacelogs2015-09-29 12:08 am
dogsled) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-09-29 12:08 am
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If I were Superman then we'd fly away
WHO: Benton Fraser and Clark Kent
WHERE: Clark's home
WHEN: Some time this week
WHAT: Fraser was concerned about his friend. Now he knows he's still around, he's dropped in to check on him.
WARNINGS: n/a
It was definitely a worry, when people didn't show up, but given how busy Clark was, and the occasional propensity for Lachesis to send people back home, Fraser didn't make too much of it--lamented the presumed disappearance of his friend and got stuck into the combined work of raising a puppy, running a business and doing his duty as an - albeit only decorative - officer of the RCMP. Oh, and then there was his engagement. It took most of his time and effort, and so reaching out to Clark fell by the wayside. He regretted that, now.
So he'd called him, told him that he'd pay him a flying visit, and that was exactly what he did, dropping in as an arctic tern and fluttering in to a tidy landing on Clark's doorstep. He was much better at flying now, and at landing--practically natural, so long as he let some of the instinct take him over.
Transforming back at once, hat, red uniform, brown boots etcetera, he straightened up and knocked firmly, three times.
WHERE: Clark's home
WHEN: Some time this week
WHAT: Fraser was concerned about his friend. Now he knows he's still around, he's dropped in to check on him.
WARNINGS: n/a
It was definitely a worry, when people didn't show up, but given how busy Clark was, and the occasional propensity for Lachesis to send people back home, Fraser didn't make too much of it--lamented the presumed disappearance of his friend and got stuck into the combined work of raising a puppy, running a business and doing his duty as an - albeit only decorative - officer of the RCMP. Oh, and then there was his engagement. It took most of his time and effort, and so reaching out to Clark fell by the wayside. He regretted that, now.
So he'd called him, told him that he'd pay him a flying visit, and that was exactly what he did, dropping in as an arctic tern and fluttering in to a tidy landing on Clark's doorstep. He was much better at flying now, and at landing--practically natural, so long as he let some of the instinct take him over.
Transforming back at once, hat, red uniform, brown boots etcetera, he straightened up and knocked firmly, three times.