Ivan's apartment was sparsely furnished, but the few pieces of furniture he did have were arranged quaintly and neatly. The walls were an unoffensive off-white. His carpet was a simple tan shear. Ivan decided not to delay this visit with any unnecessary touring and went straight toward his bedroom. "I think the thing is probably in my closet somewhere," he said, and entered the room. Anzil followed him, practically bouncing on her toes.
As Ivan got down on his knees and started fishing through the floor of his bedroom closet, Anzil peered anxiously around his shoulders. "U really have the c0in stuffed away?" she whispered. "U have n0 idea what u've been missing, dude. M0mz t0ld me when she gave me the c0in that when u gave it 2 her, u were all saddy faced and l0ng speeches."
Ivan froze. "When I gave who the what?" he said into pairs of sneakers and boxes of trading cards.
"Just hurrrrry! Ivan please!" Anzil whimpered.
Haha, excellent. The l337 continues! This looks to be nicely paced, too.
ReplyDeletei like how the girl talks.
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