Pepper had been pruning the rose bushes on the outer perimeter of a little secluded spot out back. She had supposed that the area was sectioned off for a romantic shelter along the gardens, but with thorns poking her in the legs and thick stems refusing to severe, she was failing to see the appeal of the place.
She heard someone walking nearby and followed the footsteps inside the little space, where she saw someone sitting and clearly having a good pout. It was the man from the library in London, the one who had helped her after she'd been attacked by War. She had been meaning to thank him for days now, but she hadn't been sure where to find him. Still, now that she had crossed his path, she wasn't sure she should break silence. He didn't look too happy at the moment. Which didn't seem right, as he was such a big, tough sort. Pepper normally stayed away from men like that on principle - they'd been her natural enemy since she was a child, after all. But there was something in his face that looked too crushed, too embedded. Wrong on a face like that.
He looked like he needed a friend. And there didn't look to be any about.
Sighing, she stepped forward a bit so that her toes came into his peripheral. "Hey," she said quietly, trying not to startle him. "You want to be up a tree for brooding like that. This place is too fuzzy and pink for deep, dark thoughts."
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:32 am (UTC)She heard someone walking nearby and followed the footsteps inside the little space, where she saw someone sitting and clearly having a good pout. It was the man from the library in London, the one who had helped her after she'd been attacked by War. She had been meaning to thank him for days now, but she hadn't been sure where to find him. Still, now that she had crossed his path, she wasn't sure she should break silence. He didn't look too happy at the moment. Which didn't seem right, as he was such a big, tough sort. Pepper normally stayed away from men like that on principle - they'd been her natural enemy since she was a child, after all. But there was something in his face that looked too crushed, too embedded. Wrong on a face like that.
He looked like he needed a friend. And there didn't look to be any about.
Sighing, she stepped forward a bit so that her toes came into his peripheral. "Hey," she said quietly, trying not to startle him. "You want to be up a tree for brooding like that. This place is too fuzzy and pink for deep, dark thoughts."