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primary_asset) wrote2019-07-22 03:13 pm
primary_asset) wrote2019-07-22 03:13 pm
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He'd had to get the entire door replaced at the end of it.
The blast from Root's shotgun had sent pellets into the door itself and the wall, which the landlord had tsked and sighed over, wondering how such a horrific attack could happen in such a relatively safe building. John had assured him over and over it was simply a case of mistaken identity and that the shooter was in custody -- he's a police officer, after all -- and with Karen's support, they'd managed not to get kicked out of their home due to endangering the lives of the other tenants with their ways.
"We're lucky we're as respectable as we are," John had murmured to Karen as the work had been done, doing his best not to smile.
But here they are now, with a new door, the wall patched and repainted, and John has come up with a new plan to ask Karen to marry him.
It's a little more complicated than the last time, but not much more so. When they both left the apartment in the morning, John had kissed Karen goodbye and promised not to be home late, then doubled back as soon as she was out of view and returned to the apartment to prepare for the evening. He's taken care not to make anything in the living room or kitchen look out of the ordinary, not wanting her to guess at his intentions too early, but the bedroom is covered with vases of flowers of all kinds.
And then he cooks. He spends all day cooking and preparing. It's one thing John knows how to do that he doesn't get to break out often, but his mother had taught him how to cook a long time ago and he's happy to get to use these skills now, preparing a thoughtful and delicious four course meal for Karen, from soup, to starter, to main and then dessert.
The ring is in his pocket. The flowers are in the bedroom. He's ready for this.
The blast from Root's shotgun had sent pellets into the door itself and the wall, which the landlord had tsked and sighed over, wondering how such a horrific attack could happen in such a relatively safe building. John had assured him over and over it was simply a case of mistaken identity and that the shooter was in custody -- he's a police officer, after all -- and with Karen's support, they'd managed not to get kicked out of their home due to endangering the lives of the other tenants with their ways.
"We're lucky we're as respectable as we are," John had murmured to Karen as the work had been done, doing his best not to smile.
But here they are now, with a new door, the wall patched and repainted, and John has come up with a new plan to ask Karen to marry him.
It's a little more complicated than the last time, but not much more so. When they both left the apartment in the morning, John had kissed Karen goodbye and promised not to be home late, then doubled back as soon as she was out of view and returned to the apartment to prepare for the evening. He's taken care not to make anything in the living room or kitchen look out of the ordinary, not wanting her to guess at his intentions too early, but the bedroom is covered with vases of flowers of all kinds.
And then he cooks. He spends all day cooking and preparing. It's one thing John knows how to do that he doesn't get to break out often, but his mother had taught him how to cook a long time ago and he's happy to get to use these skills now, preparing a thoughtful and delicious four course meal for Karen, from soup, to starter, to main and then dessert.
The ring is in his pocket. The flowers are in the bedroom. He's ready for this.