"Right," said Kit, as she followed the young man across the first floor landing and up the second flight of stairs. She paused only briefly to raise a brow skeptically at a pair of winged beings carved into the moulding - angels, were they? Well, they hardly looked like angels - that seemed to be doing what appeared to be one of the last things she would have thought appropriate for holy decor.
She'd noticed that he'd given her yet another vague answer: after all, 'stupid things' could range from tripping over a loose shoelace to getting seven shades of shite beat out of one's self for being reckless.* But she simply nodded and asked, "Family business, is it?"
* Kit had, incidentally, seen John do both of these on occasion.
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Date: 2007-01-23 03:53 am (UTC)She'd noticed that he'd given her yet another vague answer: after all, 'stupid things' could range from tripping over a loose shoelace to getting seven shades of shite beat out of one's self for being reckless.* But she simply nodded and asked, "Family business, is it?"
* Kit had, incidentally, seen John do both of these on occasion.