Snippet #1666314

James Smith
James looked up into the sky, it was still light for now, but soon the sky would become darker and the fire coulours of the sunset would appear in the sky. Some called sunset romantic, others a depressing sign of another day ending, to Jame though it was the start of a whole new world, a world where he could do things that humans wouldn't allow him to do and things even he himself couldn't do in his human form. He gave a smile and continued walking. Harry would be coming in a minute, since James was passing their apartment now. The only reason Harry wasn't with James right now was because James had had to work today, doing his day job as a cashier. Which was kind of stupid considering his condiction and the way he looked, his scruffy hair and slightly musclaur build giving people the impression of a thug. That was a commen misconception when it came to him though so he didn't mind it so much, besides as long as someone knew he wasn't that kind of guy he could take all the beating about in the world. He stopped thinking as he heard familaur footsteps and smelt a familaur scent.
There you are...


Harry King
It's annoying Harry thought as he wandered about the house, school had finished long ago and now Harry had nothing better to do than wait, yet again, for James to walk past their apartment, in a half-assed attemt of a pick up.
"I don't believe him, he could at least come in here and get me rather than relying on the off-chance that i'll be looking out the window all evening so i know when we have to go..." Harry sighed, taking another wander around the small room that he had called home for the past year. It was nothing speacial, it had a bed, wardrobe, bathroom, a small mat and pictures on the walls. When Harry had come here a year ago he had expected something better than this. He had expected a house with two floors with 2 bedrooms as well as some other rooms but instead he had gotten a one room apartment where he and his roomate/guardian James and he would rotate around sleeping on the bed and sleeping on the floor, getting food and cooking it. It was a good syatem in some ways but in tohers not so much, but hey what system is perfect?
He looked out the window again and then saw what he had been waiting for, the black scruffy hair and green eyes told Harry that James had come to pick him up, he smiled and grabbed a fold-up chair for the bring-your-own-chair night with the pack. Heck if he was sitting on the cold floor like James did. He ran out of the apartment and met up wth James who already seemed to know he was there.
"You know, you could at least once actually come and get me." James turned and looked at Harry right in the eyes, which Harry had learned to convey as messages. "ok, ok... but you're carring this chair to th bonfire" Harry said as he passed James the chair. Then it turned quiet between the two, with no real conversations until sunse when they both changed and James to speak to Harry better, until then though it was just a normal above average day.