Jul 24, 2005 20:02
His leg was still hurting pretty bad, but it wasn't so bad, K thought. He had been injured far worse. Still, he decided that the best thing to do would be to head back towards the cafe and get it wrapped up.
And it was totally unfair that he couldn't get a nifty sword like that guy, whoever he was. It seemed that almost everyone here had a tendency to tell only half-truths...not that he really should be talking much. He certainly wasn't telling too much about his own life; nobody here even knew his real name.
Now if Judy were around, she'd probably scream it so everyone would know. He really did hope that she and Michael lived somewhere...possibly found a good home...at least he hoped...
If only he could find out if they were really dead or not...if only he had special gifts...was there a way that he could get some maybe? Or at least have a never ending bag of ammo or something...that would really help situations. Even finding a bit of mo...munny on the street would help a bit.
He noticed his mind had wandered a bit; they were almost at the cafe. He sure hoped that they would find Ed soon, and then maybe they could figure out where to go...
edward elric,
k,
claudia wolf