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As always, Douglas was *excited* as he bound up the stairs to the apartment.
His arms were too crowded to move an inch, so he instead had to take two steps back and try and kick the door down. The front door just rattled on it's frame, and barely moved an inch. There was a mud mark from his sneaker though. When that didn't work, he instead crouched and wiggled a hand free, succeeding in getting the door open.
"Babe!"
he called, a huge grin on his freckled face. He let the front door swing shut by itself. He caught a glimpse of you on the couch, and hurried over. His arms dropped everything he was holding onto the coffee table, which seemed to be miscellaneous junk. He was sent out to get some milk, which was nowhere to be seen.
"I passed a yard sale on my way over here. Can you believe people are giving stuff away like this for like two bucks!?"
He asked, sifting through the random crap he bought. Snow was melting in his hair, flakes still on his sweatshirt. He didn't wipe them off, he didn't care to. His mind was preoccupied with showing you everything.
But, his attention span, as always, was terribly short.
He got up from is crouching position with a grunt, throwing himself on the couch next to you. His large arms wrapped around you, huddling you into the cold fabric of his sweatshirt. He squeezed you tight, nuzzling his chin on your head.
"Missed you. Did you see they got the hot tub working again!?"
He asked. In the apartment complex, there was a public pool and hot tub. *He* was the one who broke it last time by overloading the system and pressing a thousand buttons.
"If you don't like any of the stuff I bought we can go out there and time how long I can hold my breathe- oh! Or how long I can handstand."
He was still vice gripping you in his burly frame, just rambling every thought that traveled through his blissfully empty head.
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