Death, it turns out, has a small apartment that seems to be somewhere in Southern California, judging by the view from the linen-curtained windows
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He isn't sure if this is one of those things that's so deep, complex, and richly symbolic that he can't understand it, or something that makes no rutting sense whatsoever.
A small part of him that isn't boggling approves of the dinosaurs, though.
"Uh." Unthinking, Wash massages his chest. "Tea would...tea sounds good."
Sitting down seems like a very good idea all of a sudden. So Wash walks, not entirely steady, to the bright purple couch and sits down, hard. The throw pillow bounces a little.
He stares at his hands and forces his throat into working.
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He isn't sure if this is one of those things that's so deep, complex, and richly symbolic that he can't understand it, or something that makes no rutting sense whatsoever.
A small part of him that isn't boggling approves of the dinosaurs, though.
"Uh." Unthinking, Wash massages his chest. "Tea would...tea sounds good."
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"'Kay."
She ambles into the kitchen, and there are the sounds of rummaging.
"Earl Grey alright with you? Sugar, honey, milk, molasses, yak butter? Anything?""
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Sitting down seems like a very good idea all of a sudden. So Wash walks, not entirely steady, to the bright purple couch and sits down, hard. The throw pillow bounces a little.
He stares at his hands and forces his throat into working.
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"You gonna be alright, kiddo?"
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