Pollution's arms moved up to wrap around Famine's name and he kissed him back fiercely. His hands moved into Famine's hair and used his grip to tug him closer. "I missed you," he whispered, as though afraid to allow people to overhear, though they were alone. Pollution didn't want to let go of him, ever.
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Date: 2006-12-01 03:02 pm (UTC)