"Yeah, well... Yes," he whispers, staring at his empty hands, which failed to hold a fading girl. "They were quite detailed."
Autor wrinkles his nose and presses it into his shoulder. "Ugh. I can't even smell it anymore," he says, standing. He's already planning to make use of his spare outfit in his sylladex. "Thank you for the offer."
Pensive, the boy pauses at the door to the restroom, resting his fingers on the trim. "Have you seen Javert lately?"
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Date: 2013-09-16 12:03 am (UTC)Autor wrinkles his nose and presses it into his shoulder. "Ugh. I can't even smell it anymore," he says, standing. He's already planning to make use of his spare outfit in his sylladex. "Thank you for the offer."
Pensive, the boy pauses at the door to the restroom, resting his fingers on the trim. "Have you seen Javert lately?"