[ The rest of breakfast passes quietly, but it's a comfortable sort of quiet. Peaceful. But then it's time to deal with the storm outside and the chaos of the Down -- Drake grabs some trash bags to take down so they can keep things from getting soaked on the way back up, and crosses his fingers that Sharkface's apartment wasn't too much of a casualty of the flooding. That there's stuff left to salvage.
It's just as bad in the Down as it was the day before. Drake loops his arm through Sharkface's as they wade into the waters on the way to the apartments, just in case something grabs one of them like the people he's been saving from drowning recently. After what the other man went through Drake just doesn't want to risk it. But they make it to his place without a major incident.
It's water damaged, that much is obvious. But it's not under water, which is good, Drake thinks. He pulls out the bags and passes one to Sharkface so they can start packing. The less time they spend down here, the better. ]
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It's just as bad in the Down as it was the day before. Drake loops his arm through Sharkface's as they wade into the waters on the way to the apartments, just in case something grabs one of them like the people he's been saving from drowning recently. After what the other man went through Drake just doesn't want to risk it. But they make it to his place without a major incident.
It's water damaged, that much is obvious. But it's not under water, which is good, Drake thinks. He pulls out the bags and passes one to Sharkface so they can start packing. The less time they spend down here, the better. ]
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