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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Do you mean Gray? I think mine might've been a machine. But there were a bunch of midgets inside of it.

[watches him, expression still somber] I'm sorry you had to do that, but it's lucky for that girl you were there.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, mine was all machine, no midgets on board.

I guess so. No one else would have moved.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[gives into the urge to give him a brief hug before pulling away completely] I take it you'll be staying here for a while?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a little longer to let go of his feathers though] I should be back soon. I do need to wash up and eat.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to bring me some food!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes] Fine, broomhead. I'll bring you food.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Good! I'll see you then.

[and then he's gone]