 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris was soon stepping out of the fireplace behind the rest, his brown eyes tired and worn as he stepped carefully onto the dark wood floors of the Vincenzi home. He couldn't remember being this tired in his life. He'd felt as though he'd just lived three days instead of one, having to wait and wait and wait, and then having to do an hour-long interview, and then waiting some more. Plus, all of that traveling. He glanced over at Vince and couldn't help but want to follow his example, maybe just fall over on the floor and take a nap. But he was distracted from this thought, letting out a sneeze just before Costa appeared and announced dinner. Oh thank goodness. That was the only thing keeping him from collapsing at the moment, his extreme desire for food. He hadn't eaten anything since that morning, where he only ate about a third of his usual mountain of food.
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