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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Dwight/Gail, Dwight/Shellie, Gail/Miho
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: They’re only human.
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So does he call her? It’s something everyone says, but not necessarily something that everyone follows through on. Breaking a promise always makes Dwight feel like shit, but he regularly does things that make him feel like shit. It’d be nothing new.
He and Gail, they’re like twins, complete with that telepathic connection. The itch crawls up his spine and he sets out for Old Town, knowing that somewhere she’s getting that same craving that can’t be ignored. It can’t be satisfied all the way, but maybe conversation—
--except once Dwight does find Gail, her mouth’s in no position to make small talk. It’s wrapped around her wrist, lips occasionally lifting to show teeth, while her other hand scratches the bricks. Because Miho might be nice enough to help out a friend in need, but she damn well isn’t going to stand for grabbing. Really nice of Miho. Though it leaves Dwight high and dry and still with that fucking itch.
He calls Shellie.
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