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::town, finally. hot food, soon real beds and maybe some drinks downstairs, but first, laundry sorting - which, really, constitutes pulling everything out of his bag and tossing it in the hamper for the lady next door to clean. but there's something tangled up in the shirt at the bottom of the bag that he needs to get before that happens. the ring is always body-heat warm, somehow. gojyo turns it over a few times, making sure nobody is around, then slides it onto his finger. it'd be nice... but it's useless thinking about it. no reason in dwelling on shit you can't do anything about.
and then the floor opens up, and he falls backwards onto something hard, cracking his head good.::
What the fuck!
and then the floor opens up, and he falls backwards onto something hard, cracking his head good.::
What the fuck!