Quinn's apartment is trashed, beer cans on the floor, crumbs all over the couches and pillows. Laughing with his friend loudly as a corny rom-com movie plays in the background soon the sounds of crinkling wrappers are stopped by the doorbell ringing, following a short pause, keys started turning in the lock as Iden walked in. Pulling his hood off, gifts in hand and spotting Quin, lazily lounging ontop of a pile of blankets, his head over the arm of the chair, flushed red with booze. "Baby?..."
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