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[for Starbuck] post fight-club
There's a pleasant crack in his joints under the unpleasant ache of his bruises as Snafu finally wanders his beaten ass into the trees instead of into another fight. He hadn't expected that first one to end like that, dragged onto the ground and the air knocked out of him and somehow, some kind of winner. He wouldn't have won that fight, hadn't ( Read more... ) -
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Eugene's gone.
Snafu's pretending not care because he's not supposed to care, not really--he'd made his mind up on the train that it was ending there, that he'd walk away and let that part of his life go just so he could survive the next one.
This isn't so different. It's a few months of consequences for his disappearing act turned into some kind ( Read more... ) -
[for Zelda and Eugene]
On Thursday morning, he'd wandered upstairs to wash her off his skin and get a cup of coffee for the walk home, lingered overlong under the spray of water and got caught loitering in the kitchen waiting for the pot to finish. If she'd seemed more torn up over it, he might've dug in, laughed and walked away--but her calm gaze unbalanced him, pulled ( Read more... ) -
[for Sookie]
He's got it figured that he's been here a week, though he hasn't gone so far as to tally the days in a fucking bible. A week in fucking dreamland, six days hovering around Eugene, wondering how he ever managed to walk away; two days without cigarettes; five days of rain.
Five days of trying to sleep through the sound of it on the roof, five days of ( Read more... )