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Characters: Crow (blackbirdxpie) & Cross (crownofsnow)
Date/Time: March 3rd//Evening-ish
Location: Crack house
Rating: PG
Summary: Crow had Cross' dream, and if it's Cross' business, it is therefore Crow's business.
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Peculiar. Confusing.
There were many words that could have described the dream. Those factors alone didn't make it stand out necessarily, but somehow he knew it wasn't just any other dream. No, it was much too vivid. The writings in the journals of others experiencing something similar supported the idea. There was only one way he could be sure though...
The amount of confectionery dishes running across the table would have suggested a dessert party, but if asked, Crow would call that "dinner." The kitchen, as immaculate as it was, hardly reflected the amount of work he put into the entrees.
Crow finished polishing the counter. After putting away his apron, he headed back into the main room, stopping when he spotted his roommate. "Cross." His lips pursed as he pondered over it momentarily, but then he asked, "Your name is Allen, isn't it?"
Date/Time: March 3rd//Evening-ish
Location: Crack house
Rating: PG
Summary: Crow had Cross' dream, and if it's Cross' business, it is therefore Crow's business.
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Peculiar. Confusing.
There were many words that could have described the dream. Those factors alone didn't make it stand out necessarily, but somehow he knew it wasn't just any other dream. No, it was much too vivid. The writings in the journals of others experiencing something similar supported the idea. There was only one way he could be sure though...
The amount of confectionery dishes running across the table would have suggested a dessert party, but if asked, Crow would call that "dinner." The kitchen, as immaculate as it was, hardly reflected the amount of work he put into the entrees.
Crow finished polishing the counter. After putting away his apron, he headed back into the main room, stopping when he spotted his roommate. "Cross." His lips pursed as he pondered over it momentarily, but then he asked, "Your name is Allen, isn't it?"