*prods comm until it moves* >:I

Jul 22, 2009 23:34

[[About a week after finally releasing Bitch from her bedroom prison (she'd finally agreed not to kill herself, and Autor was getting worried about bedsores), Autor is out at midnight again, wandering the town. The moon is just barely waxing tonight, a tiny concave sliver, occasionally hiding among the dark clouds that have drifted into the sky ( Read more... )

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fouettedekraehe July 23 2009, 04:05:09 UTC
[shortly after Autor does, Rue, who has terrible timing in deciding to take walks, comes rushing in after him, looking rather like a drowned rat]

Damned rain!- Ah, hello Autor.

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raven_author July 23 2009, 04:13:22 UTC
[[He doesn't turn to her immediately, his eyes trained on the beaker.]]

Come look at this.

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fouettedekraehe July 23 2009, 04:48:17 UTC
What? [she moves closer to it, and suddenly puts her hand over her nose] Ugh, it smells awful.

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raven_author July 24 2009, 01:08:11 UTC
Don't sniff it! The fumes might burn your nose.

[[He tilts his head, watching the fizzing closely.]] I wonder how long it's been like that...

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