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[gwarrrgh]

[Continuation of this?]Edward is waiting around at the busted electronics store. Les' words have stuck into his head. But if Edward had the ability to hope, he would hope that no one else came by, someone less than charitable to a zombie no matter how kind natured

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[lesper]

Despite the possibility of his own better judgment, Les doesn't actually have any. And so he does come back: lured by electronics and a weird zombie.

He stands in the doorway and watches Edward, the light from behind him throwing forward a long shadow.

Les doesn't say anything yet.

[gwarrrgh]

"Ugrhhs," Edward says to the dog, and the dog doesn't listen, and instead tries to bite his hand off. So Edward kicks the dog in the face with a swift lift of his one shoe. "FNKKE!!! HYUGH!!!" The dog runs off, angrily, drool coming out of the corners of its mouth.

Edward pouts, disappointed. And bored. So he brings out his Gameboy and starts pressing buttons until it does something, and when the tired old thing begins to doo dee doo out the familiar song for tetris, Edward is soothed.

He is, in fact, not very good at tetris, but he thinks he is, because he has no idea what the aim of the game is.

[lesper]

Tetris?

Tetris?

"Is that Tetris?" Les asks.

[gwarrrgh]

Edward startles, nearly dropping the game, climbing unsteadily onto his feet and failing, falling down the pile of cement and wire on which he was sitting. "Grjjjgh." He moans from the ground. Zombies. Not so coordinated.