Nov 01, 2006 13:47
Atton had been expecting to be turned back as soon as Halloween had passed. He wasn't, resulting in a very bad-tempered hare chewing lettuce on the table of a booth.
Bar's timing is, it seems, impeccable, as with a pop Atton's returned to humanity, lettuce hanging out of his mouth, eyebrow raised.
It takes a moment for him to realise and spit it out.
emily the strange,
atton rand,
halloween,
wes janson,
the exile