comedordamorte
Jan 06, 2007 01:28
Blaise was huddling on one of the smaller piers jutting out into the sea, a notebook balanced on one knee as he sketched out a few prototype whosits and whatsits. It was cold enough to keep the people out on the docks to a bare minimum, and the wind off the water was enough to keep him awake.
Luckily, it was a warmer day today than it'd been