"His eyes look golden in the sunlight."
Xanthiel writes in a journal that's pushed onto him by his therapist.
Introduce a complete asshole that he just can't seem to stop running into.
Add a spontaneous roadtrip to the mix and you get one hell of...
His reasoning for the theft was "I want you to remember me. Take my picture."
We're at a hotel right now, sharing a room. He's currently passed out drunk off the mini bottles of liquor and he's wearing my shirt (and only a shirt (no underwear,, nice ass)) because he stupidly left all his clothing in a gas station bathroom. I don't even know how he did it.
The good news is I finally learned where we're going. Well, kind of.
All he said was "coast".
I'm assuming it's the ocean.
I printed off that picture of him;
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I had to take at least 15 before he decided that it was to his liking. Not that I was complaining.
