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[bitingmybullet]

Gwen, as usual, is in the Wasteland. It's pretty quiet, which is not surprising considering it's a winter afternoon. Also a Sunday. (She thinks. She hasn't bothered to ask in a few days, and now feels unpleasantly discombobulated.)

It's not snowing, but it might be about to.

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[rebelw_outclaws]

The door opens and shuts quietly and admits Russ, stomping snow off his boots.

[bitingmybullet]

... Well. What do you know.

Russ may or may not know it, but he has a couple of reasons to be seriously afraid right now.

[rebelw_outclaws]

. . . Oh dear, Russ would surely say.

Except with a different four letter word, probably.

His expression brightens visibly when he sees her.

[bitingmybullet]

Awww.

Russ is kinda cute, really.

But he'll look even cuter doing a modern dance routine!

"Hey."