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[river_meimei]

This city's never fully dark. There's no star-spangled black in this sky, not even the close second-best that a clear atmosphere sometimes arches overhead; here the light pollution is ubiquitous, and the sky's a hazy humid grey under sulfurous street-lamps.

But it's night. Night, and growing later.

When there's nowhere else to go, you keep

(flying)

running. One step behind, one step ahead.

River's looking for something. A key, a rose, a door.

But here, in the city that (as they proudly say) never sleeps, it's anyone's guess what she might find. And what she won't.

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[stilljustandrew]

I'm heading home. Bring River and meet me there.

*Andrew doesn't get that clipped businesslike tone often.*

I don't know how she got here, but that can wait.

[bloodandnicotine]

Spike grins at River -- nice name -- across the handset. "Doesn't strike me as the sort of bint you bring anywhere unless she wants to come, mate. But I'll try."

He flips the phone shut and drops it in his pocket and then, in a parody of the manners of his human days -- offers her his arm. "May I walk you home?"

[river_meimei]

River blinks at him.

And then -- sudden, lopsided, and a little private -- there's a smile.

"Okay," she says very seriously, and steps forward. She doesn't take his arm, but she does move within reach for the first time, letting Spike lead the way.