[AnOTP] for Favrielle

[sandman_slim]

What's this? Stark sat on the porch, one of his cigarrettes smoking away between his lips, as he flipped through a book. Reading? Him? Shock!

But still, he is reading and apparently it's even a book without pictures. Who knew? He's growing bored and restless again though and starting to think of ways to burn off energy.

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[a_roughsketch]

"Oh. It's you again." You sounds very accusing between Favrielle's lips, though many words sound harsh and criticizing when leaving her mouth. "May I ask what are you reading?"

She's wearing a light dress that follows the cut of the Roman togues, clasped on the shoulders and flowing freely under her breasts. The color is pale yellow, a color that goes perfecty with Favrielle's fiery hair.

[sandman_slim]

Stark leans back and looks at her, blowing a plume of smoke awaky from her out of habit. "Sorry to disappoint," he says with a snort. "And you may. I'm reading 'Loups-Garou' by ..." Here he glances at the cover. "K...Kyogoku." Yes, he butchered that name.

(real book. Good book.)

[a_roughsketch]

The title sounds somewhat familiar, or better said, the language does. Favrielle shrugs a shoulder. "Might be amusing," she decides. "You're quite a loner, am I right?"

[sandman_slim]

"It's about a serial killer." He chuckles. "Life's less complicated when you're not constantly worrying about someone else." He wasn't always a loner, but she's dead and gone now...