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Chris has spent most of the morning tidying up. Maybe it's a bit mental, but at this point, the floor's got so many clothes carpeting it, and so many dishes and other shit he's nicked from the compound that he's lost track of Anwar something like five times in the past week. It's long overdue, even for Chris.
But the entire time Chris is cleaning, he can't help but think something's off. Like there's something else he should be doing that's not figuring out which clothes are his and which ones Cassie's left there, or sticking one of the empty boxes of Viagra he'd gotten in his basket on the wall with the others. When he finds Anwar hiding underneath a hat that Chris doesn't even remember finding in the clothes box, it hits him.
Fish. Chris loves the little buggers, and he's nearly always had at least one. Mostly he just likes to watch them swim round, likes to watch them flutter their little fins and all that. Back home, he'd had loads of them, in three or four aquariums in his room, and here, he's got none at all.
So before Chris has finished tidying, he realizes that he needs to fix this straight away. It's not long before he's standing perfectly still near the edge of the pool where the waterfall is, in just his swimming pants. There's a large bowl of water just on the bank and a glass in each of his hands as he waits to catch sight of some fish. He's sure they're there somewhere, he's seen some colorful tropical ones before. Now it's just a matter of time before they show up. That, and a matter of actually figuring out how to catch the buggers.
[Timed to Saturday morning, new tags welcome through Tuesday, no limit on threads.]
But the entire time Chris is cleaning, he can't help but think something's off. Like there's something else he should be doing that's not figuring out which clothes are his and which ones Cassie's left there, or sticking one of the empty boxes of Viagra he'd gotten in his basket on the wall with the others. When he finds Anwar hiding underneath a hat that Chris doesn't even remember finding in the clothes box, it hits him.
Fish. Chris loves the little buggers, and he's nearly always had at least one. Mostly he just likes to watch them swim round, likes to watch them flutter their little fins and all that. Back home, he'd had loads of them, in three or four aquariums in his room, and here, he's got none at all.
So before Chris has finished tidying, he realizes that he needs to fix this straight away. It's not long before he's standing perfectly still near the edge of the pool where the waterfall is, in just his swimming pants. There's a large bowl of water just on the bank and a glass in each of his hands as he waits to catch sight of some fish. He's sure they're there somewhere, he's seen some colorful tropical ones before. Now it's just a matter of time before they show up. That, and a matter of actually figuring out how to catch the buggers.
[Timed to Saturday morning, new tags welcome through Tuesday, no limit on threads.]