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Apr 09, 2007 23:37
In the long, anonymous streets somewhere, Les moves to scrub fresh blood from his lips with the back of his hand; stops walking, surprised to see the shadow of someone he knows (
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bodymyblood
April 10 2007, 03:50:19 UTC
McKinley stops-- freezes, really.
It's only Les.
He shakes his head to clear it. He's eaten, but not recently-- his luck has been bad.
He smells blood on the air now, however.
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lesper
April 10 2007, 03:56:06 UTC
Les says, brilliantly, "Um. Where have you been, lately?"
And gives McKinley a rather helpless expression, for someone with blood on his mouth.
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bodymyblood
April 10 2007, 04:12:29 UTC
McKinley frowns.
"Les."
He can't tell if it's pity or plain discomfort mingling with hunger; it ought to be ridiculous, that blood and that look.
Ought to be, anyway.
McKinley runs a hand through his hair.
"Mostly around here, actually. There's been ..." He trails off, apologetic.
"It was better, being here."
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lesper
April 10 2007, 04:13:37 UTC
He asks, "Did you have a problem?"
Not insinuating anything by it. Just asking.
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It's only Les.
He shakes his head to clear it. He's eaten, but not recently-- his luck has been bad.
He smells blood on the air now, however.
Reply
And gives McKinley a rather helpless expression, for someone with blood on his mouth.
Reply
"Les."
He can't tell if it's pity or plain discomfort mingling with hunger; it ought to be ridiculous, that blood and that look.
Ought to be, anyway.
McKinley runs a hand through his hair.
"Mostly around here, actually. There's been ..." He trails off, apologetic.
"It was better, being here."
Reply
Not insinuating anything by it. Just asking.
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