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Sunday night was when one of the worst storms Atticus had ever seen hit Hartington. The brunet was relaxing in his bed as all three of his cats rested somewhere near him, mindlessly running his fingers through their coats, basking in their purrs. Staring up at the ceiling, the brunet couldn't get the storm of yesterday out of his mind. It had been a thunderstorm. Now, Atticus has been through plenty of thunderstorms, especially since he lived in Hartington, who seemed to be famous for such storms, but last night's thunderstorm seemed different than the others. It seemed more powerful, more dangerous. Unfortunately for him, he had gotten caught in it, but was able to escape unscathed. Recalling what he was doing the other night caused memories to flash through his mind like a movie. Lightening, loud claps of thunder, and power outages swirled through his head, filling his thoughts. Finally, he snapped out of it, shaking the thoughts away.
"M'hungry," he mumbled out loud, speaking his thoughts. Sitting up slowly, he caught Clarissa, the youngest out of the three cats, as she tumbled from his chest, hissing in annoyance before calming down. Atticus smiled at the tiny kitten as he began to make his way out of bed. "Sorry, love, but I have to go eat something. I bet you guys are pretty hungry, too, huh?" Still holding Clarissa close to him, he exited out of his room and made his way down the hall, turning into the kitchen when he reached it. Only then, he set Clarissa down to join Harvey and Jack. Practically on autopilot, he got out the cat food that he owned and poured it into the three set of bowls near the entrance of the kitchen. With his cats out of the way, the brunet focused on himself. Opening his fridge, his eyes scanned the shelves, wondering what he should cook. Not wanting a five-course meal, Atticus settled on some grilled cheese sandwiches. Setting out all of the ingredients, he was ready to cook when he realized that he had no cheese. How am I suppose to - Jesus Christ, he thought with a groan.
Seeing no other solution to his problem, he jogged back to his room, slipping on some sweats that hung low on his hips, before exiting once more. He sped walked past his cats, who only glanced at him, and towards his front door. Opening it up, Atticus left it open as he entered the hall. He lived in one of the many apartments that decorated the town of Hartington. Without truly thinking about it, he strode to the room across from his and knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened.
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"M'hungry," he mumbled out loud, speaking his thoughts. Sitting up slowly, he caught Clarissa, the youngest out of the three cats, as she tumbled from his chest, hissing in annoyance before calming down. Atticus smiled at the tiny kitten as he began to make his way out of bed. "Sorry, love, but I have to go eat something. I bet you guys are pretty hungry, too, huh?" Still holding Clarissa close to him, he exited out of his room and made his way down the hall, turning into the kitchen when he reached it. Only then, he set Clarissa down to join Harvey and Jack. Practically on autopilot, he got out the cat food that he owned and poured it into the three set of bowls near the entrance of the kitchen. With his cats out of the way, the brunet focused on himself. Opening his fridge, his eyes scanned the shelves, wondering what he should cook. Not wanting a five-course meal, Atticus settled on some grilled cheese sandwiches. Setting out all of the ingredients, he was ready to cook when he realized that he had no cheese. How am I suppose to - Jesus Christ, he thought with a groan.
Seeing no other solution to his problem, he jogged back to his room, slipping on some sweats that hung low on his hips, before exiting once more. He sped walked past his cats, who only glanced at him, and towards his front door. Opening it up, Atticus left it open as he entered the hall. He lived in one of the many apartments that decorated the town of Hartington. Without truly thinking about it, he strode to the room across from his and knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened.
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Atticus — Veronica
Fox — Julian
Victoria — Astrid
Evelyn — Jasper
Gwen — Elijah
Riley — Micah
Caspian — Max
Casey — Aubrey
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