[John had shoved a great deal of the magical week into a little box in the back of his mind, content to never open it again. It was fun, so much fun, but it touched on a few too many insecurities and holes in his life that he just would rather the whole thing fade like the dream it was.
And besides, a cat as a pet? He hates cats.
John's in the bar tonight, as per usual, reading his notes and sipping bar. He's a little shocked when some asshole decides to invade his privacy and peace, but he only gets out a litte "Hey bud-" before the man's face tickles a memory. He's seen the guy around, but he knows the guy.]
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And besides, a cat as a pet? He hates cats.
John's in the bar tonight, as per usual, reading his notes and sipping bar. He's a little shocked when some asshole decides to invade his privacy and peace, but he only gets out a
litte "Hey bud-" before the man's face tickles a memory. He's seen the guy around, but he knows the guy.]
Holy shit. You're...
[You were his fake dream best friend.]
Oh...