December 4, 1972
Wet newspapers on roadside this afternoon. White on white as ink bleeds black into pure snow. City always seems more filled with filth in these harsh times when the weather seems to reflect sentiments of those that inhabit this rat hole. Why does scum seem to multiply when insignificant holidays come to call?
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You captured both of their personalities so well. :3 I can't wait to read more. ^^
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Glad you liked them. This is only my second time ever writing them, so it makes me happy that you think they're so in character. Next bit will probably be out in a few days.
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Yeah, I'm a fast reader. >.>;
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i loved it.
Very in character and now i'm wondering what more situations you're gonna stick the boys in.
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I can't wait to read the next one.
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Thinking of his smaller counterpart brought up a worrying observation.
The tone/Dan's voice is a bit off here. Would Dan really think of his "smaller counterpart"?
Being above ground in the wind and snow was one thing, but being underground in the tunnels and slightly wet from an icy slip was completely different.
It's actually less cold underground in my experience.
Why did it matter? It didn’t, Daniel’s life was none of his business. All that mattered was working together to clean up the streets, their work made a difference, that was all that really mattered.
One "mattered" too many. Maybe you could substitute "counted" or re-write the last sentence.
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Glad you liked it!
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