And she really didn't know how to put it anymore clearly without wanting to sink into the ground. "I mean. Things happen. Especially around here," she added, not without a certain wrath.
Right. Water. She grabbed the nearest bottle of water and brought it over to him. Which was sort of a drawback, in a way, having to venture near to him again, and what was he doing with that leotard thing? She'd help him sort out it out...she'd do no such thing, she'd bite her own hand off at the wrist before she reached out to him again.
(What had given him all those scars?)
Underwear, underwear, underwear...how the hell had it gotten there...?
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Date: 2007-10-16 10:17 am (UTC)Right. Water. She grabbed the nearest bottle of water and brought it over to him. Which was sort of a drawback, in a way, having to venture near to him again, and what was he doing with that leotard thing? She'd help him sort out it out...she'd do no such thing, she'd bite her own hand off at the wrist before she reached out to him again.
(What had given him all those scars?)
Underwear, underwear, underwear...how the hell had it gotten there...?