"Taken"
By Timmesque
Today, they talked about flowers.
Vash explained that flowers could be any colour, any variation. He scribbled it onto the paper vigorously with a few colour pencils he had pawned off a kid in the street. Wolfwood simply leaned on his hand, the cigarette precariously dangling in his mouth, waiting to dump ash on
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