http://comm-npc.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] comm-npc.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] river_meimei 2007-08-23 04:43 am (UTC)

His eyes search her face, and then dart away. He hauls the fetid blanket up around his shoulders, hunching into it, his urgency and concern both forgotten.

"Getting dark," he mumbles. "Oatmeal boxes."

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