First time writing from David’s perspective. Don’t worry. Still Kastle.
Just an itty bitty thing.
For those who sent me prompts: I have not forgotten you. My brain is just misbehaving lately. But I’ll get to them. Scout’s honor.
He knew it. He just knew it.
Frank walked in, that relaxed, confident swagger that got on David’s nerves, sometimes, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the back of a chair.
David rolled his eyes, sitting there on his chair in front of his monitors.