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“My hoodie!”
Miles had been looking for the damn thing, but he assumed it’d been lost in his laundry basket or something.
Hobie tosses it to him and Miles catches it with ease. “Did I leave this with you or something?” It’s hard to imagine. If Miles intentionally left anything with Hobie, it would’ve been the only thing occupying his thoughts.
“Nah, mate, you left it on the rooftop of some building when we were swinging ‘round in 10208.”
or, four times Miles realized that his clothes were in the wrong dimension and one time everything was right where it belonged.
Bookmarked by bambilover
21 Jun 2023
