Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 23:42:18 GMT -5
Tobin woke up in a bathtub. His back was wrenched, his head was splitting open, and he just wanted to throw up all over the place. He was pretty sure that he was in England, but to be honest his head was so full with Irish Car Bombs he wasn't even positive what year it was. Tobin carefully lifted himself from the bathtub and spotted the tell tale monogramed towels, letting him know where he was. His best friends in the whole wide world, the instant proof that he had about love at first sight and soul mates, were going to adopt a child.
The two of them knew that they were unable to have children, a long line of miscarriages and even a still birth proved that. They managed to work past all of the pain that it brought them and decided that they wanted to give a child the life that he or she deserved. As a former orphaned child, Tobin was thrilled for them. The three spent the whole night attempting to drink their weight in extra stout beer and Irish whiskey. Tobin walked through the London loft and spotted his best friends asleep on their bed. Both of them still in their clothes from the night before and drooling into their pillows. They were going to be wonderful parents.
The Frenchman yawned into his hand and walked into the kitchen, trying to find some coffee. Once he realized that they were all out, he fixed his hair and clothes, attempted to work some of the wrinkles out of his clothes and left a note for his friends. He promised to bring them back something to drink and eat as soon as possible. Tobin tugged on his socks and shoes, finding one of his black leather shoes in a house plant with no memory of how it got there. Just his luck.
The walk to the local cafe wasn't too bad, he had been there more times than he could count while staying with the couple. The three of them had been friends since they were in Beauxbatons together, and while it was difficult to keep in touch while they were in England, he knew that he was always just an owl away. He would be there when they became parents and had some memory of them asking him to be the godfather, but that could have just been made up. Either way he would be Uncle Tobin, he already knew that.
Tobin opened the door to the small cafe and took in all of the smells. The coffee roasting, the buns baking, it was wonderful. He stepped in line and looked over the menu, unsure what would be the best thing to have in order to help with his hangover.
[tag: @raina]
The two of them knew that they were unable to have children, a long line of miscarriages and even a still birth proved that. They managed to work past all of the pain that it brought them and decided that they wanted to give a child the life that he or she deserved. As a former orphaned child, Tobin was thrilled for them. The three spent the whole night attempting to drink their weight in extra stout beer and Irish whiskey. Tobin walked through the London loft and spotted his best friends asleep on their bed. Both of them still in their clothes from the night before and drooling into their pillows. They were going to be wonderful parents.
The Frenchman yawned into his hand and walked into the kitchen, trying to find some coffee. Once he realized that they were all out, he fixed his hair and clothes, attempted to work some of the wrinkles out of his clothes and left a note for his friends. He promised to bring them back something to drink and eat as soon as possible. Tobin tugged on his socks and shoes, finding one of his black leather shoes in a house plant with no memory of how it got there. Just his luck.
The walk to the local cafe wasn't too bad, he had been there more times than he could count while staying with the couple. The three of them had been friends since they were in Beauxbatons together, and while it was difficult to keep in touch while they were in England, he knew that he was always just an owl away. He would be there when they became parents and had some memory of them asking him to be the godfather, but that could have just been made up. Either way he would be Uncle Tobin, he already knew that.
Tobin opened the door to the small cafe and took in all of the smells. The coffee roasting, the buns baking, it was wonderful. He stepped in line and looked over the menu, unsure what would be the best thing to have in order to help with his hangover.
[tag: @raina]