Wow, I love you guys. I was certain no one would comment. But wow... just wow. ♥ And now for more drabble:
The Witching Hour
“King, please!” Rusty pleaded, jogging after King, one hand gripping his bicep even as he tried to avoid her.
“I won’t do it, it’s too soon!” King snapped back, yanking his arm free, and he glowered fiercely at her
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mmm its silly but you might have meant BANDOLEER instead of BANDOLIER. or i might be mistaken. like a soldier's cartridge belt?
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Um, yes, I will cease to tell pointless stories now.
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