Jun 29, 2008 14:36
The past few days had been wonderful. It wasn't the weather. Joker had no preference for Rain or shine. No, instead it had been the influx of people he'd been able to freak out. The thought had him giggling as he fairly skipped down the street, knife dancing idly through his fingers. First that little pregnant girl (and he did so love children) and then the botanist at the clinic. He almost wanted to go back to that restaurant and thank the proprietor for giving him an excuse to go harass people at the clinic. But not now. He'd get back to the man who'd tricked him into thinking he was poisoned.
For now, he was enjoying the stares he got as he wandered the town. People were starting to avoid him now. "Home sweet home," he said to no one in particular.
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