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Oct 04, 2005 23:33

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 ( Read more... )

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flybywash October 4 2005, 20:51:53 UTC
The afterlife is an apartment.

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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last1out October 11 2005, 19:57:46 UTC
It's what she likes. She likes her apartment very much.

"'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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flybywash October 11 2005, 20:05:05 UTC
"Yeah. Um. Just sugar. Xièxie."

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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last1out October 11 2005, 20:07:59 UTC
She brings him the tea, steaming but not so hot that it'll burn his mouth, and kneels next to him, pressing the cup into his hands.

"You gonna be alright, kiddo?"

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