[what a lovely thanksgiving! now camp can settle into a quiet holiday period celebrating peace and harmony and goodwill to all men. sprawled across a bench whose snow has been hurriedly wiped off, an emo kid watches the early darkness for any sign of stars.
and tries to ignore the line of zombies, lining up nearhy with knives and forks and napkins.]
... the buffet's closed.
( Rather belated solo intro for Araragi. Please see
here if you're afflicted by curses, oddities, or the nastier side of spiritual stuff. Edit - Araragi will be picking up tomorrow. )