Characters: Thomas, whoever wants to stop and point and laugh, or commiserate.
Time: Morning, day after Blampire thread.
Location: North Chase Promenade - Millennium Park
Content: Thomas recovering a couple things from the dragon-fried husk of his car.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Beware of Thomas.
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He's just another playa', Playin in the name of love )
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"Snikt. They really did a job on her, didn't they?" Which was sad. She'd liked the car.
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"What'd you even do, flash your hi-beams at the dragon to piss it off?" He clicked his tongue. "Poor thing, didn't know it was a hazard to be around ya."
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Still, that didn't excuse the damage to the car. Franky clicked his tongue. "If you keep goin' through these things so fast, you gotta wonder if it's even worth the effort to keep finding new ones that die before you can make the connection. A good vessel's gotta last ya where it matters, man."
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Franky's admonishment rolled off like water off a duck, though it reminded Thomas a little of Harry's pathological connection with his car. "It just needs to get me from point A to point B and mow down anything in my way. I don't plan on getting attached."
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