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Little Mitchell Malone and his traveling companion are here again, settled on a nice, comfortable couch. The scarred young blond looks like he's had a busy time, lately -- he's fast asleep (however restlessly), head in Mitch's lap, occasionally twitching and muttering to himself.
One of Mitch's hands rests lightly on J's head, and he plays with his hair as he considers a question.
"So," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, the look on his face begging those who answer to follow his example. Please don't wake his friend up. You really have no idea how rarely he sleeps. "Favorite way to travel?"
One of Mitch's hands rests lightly on J's head, and he plays with his hair as he considers a question.
"So," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, the look on his face begging those who answer to follow his example. Please don't wake his friend up. You really have no idea how rarely he sleeps. "Favorite way to travel?"