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Date: November 1, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Just Outside the Manor
Summary: Famine and Pollution return to the manor after their ride. We highly encourage all Horsepersons and Former Horsepersons to join us and make fun of/congratulate the happy couple.

By the time he reached the manor, Pollution was still high as a cloud. Emotionally, anyway. The whole way back, he had been cuddled up close to Famine. Everything about him just completely distracted Pollution, from his sent to the feel of his jacket against his cheek. It was wonderful. But like all great things, eventually this too had to come to an end and, despite taking the long way back, the trip was too short of Pollution's liking. He would just have to forget to ever get his bike fixed. He'd rather be ride with Famine then alone, anyway.

When the bike pulled to a stop, he reluctantly slid off and stretched, pulling muscles sore from lack of use. A peice of paper, rolling in the wind, caught his eye for a moment. When it was out of sight again, he blinked and turned to face Famine, waiting for him before they were to go inside. He smiled. "We should do that again."

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[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine pulled off his helmet, revealing the grin that still had not left his face, and hooked it back onto the bike. "We should." He hooked his arm around Pollution's waist and couldn't resist stealing one last kiss before entering the mansion. Unless he missed his guess they were going to be teased mercilessly by War and Pestilence the moment they were seen, but it was worth it. Oh someone was it worth it.

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Pestilence had been having a pretty good day. Through a few connections he had gotten the bird-flu to spread a little further through Asia, he had released a few microbes into the water supply of Manchester, and via an internet personals site he had hooked up a few people that probably shouldn't have been hooked up to anything other then AZT.
It made him smile.
He had just decided to go for a walk when he saw his old friends getting back from a ride.
Off of the back of *one* motorcycle.
An arm wrapped in black leather snug against the waist of a being in white leather. Famine looking ravenously at Pollution. A kiss, (the heat of which would have ignited a pile of tyres and produced a delicious black cloud of poisonous gas that would pollute lungs delightfully.) The two horsemen wrapped around eachother for all the world to see.
*Its about bloody time!* Pestilence thought to himself. He leaned against the door to the manor and watched the two go at it. Pestilence knew Famine was no stranger to human pleasures, but as he watched his protege and old fling awkwardly kiss in the manner of young lovers, he found himself quite unreasonably pleased.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat as the kiss went into its twentieth minute. "Sorry to disturb your two, (and I realize, Pollution, that you are new to this, and that its been a while for you Famine), but you might find its more comfortable inside and in front of a fireplace than out here in the cold." His smile twinkled in the dimming light.
Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

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DEATH was standing contemplatively* on the roof of Tadfield Manor when he saw Pestilence standing with Pollution and Famine.
On close inspection, he looked rather smug.

DEATH flowed in a streak of dark to the ground, materializing behind Pestilence.

WHAT'S GOT YOU SO HAPPY? he asked, FINALLY GOT ANOTHER WORLDWIDE PANDEMIC ABOUT?

*He wasn't posing. Really.

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Pollution nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Pestilence's voice. He hadn't been expecting any company. He quickly pulled away from Famine and, for the life of him, couldn't stop the blush that rose in his cheeks. "Ahh.. Hi Pest... DEATH..." Oh hell, could this get any worse?

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Famine jumped as well at the sudden interuptions and fought the urge to facepalm. He'd hoped they'd at least get inside before the heckling started, and at least counted himself lucky that War hadn't come out yet. "Hey, Pest, when did you get here? Hello, Death." He nodded to his coworkers and reached over put his arm back around Pollution, they were caught in the act, there was no point in trying to pretend that nothing happened.

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Pollution blushed again but raised his gaze to meet squarely with Pestilence and Death's. There was nothing for him to be embaressed about. So what if he had just been caught kissing Famine? It's not like it was the first time one of them had gotten together with another (Horseperson, that is). It was just the first time it had happened between him and Famine.

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Pestilence nudged DEATH in the ribs and pointed his chin at the lovebirds.
"Oh, its hard not to be happy at the sight of fresh, unsullied love." He was beaming, cheeks rosy in a scarlett-fever way. He quickly ran over to where Famine and Pollution stood, and threw his arms around the two of them, giving them a stiffling hug. "You too are just sickly sweet" (his highest compliment). "I can't beleive you, Famine you mangy old dog. Robbing the cradle this time, aren't you?" He gave an expressive wink to Pollution. "Watch this one, kid. Slippery as and eel." He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it obscenely. Grabbing them by their free hands he dragged them towards the doors of the manor. "Come on, DEATH. I say its time for a celebration."

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"Celebrating? Without me?" War stepped through the doorway lugging a duffel bag on the verge of bursting, stuffed full of poky objects that looked like rifles and bayonets, and conveniently blocking their way. "What am I missing?"

She arched an eyebrow at them, not bothering to hide her smirk. "Scaring the new guy?"

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Famine grinned despite the awkwardness situation. "It's good to see you too, Red." He wrapped his arm more securely around Pollution, partly in reassurance and partly to show War exactly what Pest was going on about. "But Pest's right, even if he is being an ass about it." He grinned at his old friend. "Lets continue this inside."

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War blew Famine a kiss. "Long time no see. Well, not too long." She winked at Pollution as she shouldered her bag. "I've got to get going, people are just begging for a revolution. Have fun, though. Know you will. He's plenty good fun."

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Pollution pressed himself against Famine, almost trying to hide away from all of the scrutinizing stares. "We don't need to celebrate anything," he insisted, feeling slightly dismayed that War knew if Famine was fun or not. Or sure, he knew they had been together. All the same, he'd rather not have that pushed in front of his nose, if you please.

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Famine winced inwardly at War's words and Pollution's reaction to them. Not that he objected to having Pollution pressed against him, but he'd rather it not be because of avoiding the other Horsemen. He shot War a pleading glance over Pollution's head, hoping she'd get the point and lay off a little. He held Pollution tight and gestured to the door. "Thank you for that assesment, War..." Sarcasm? From a Horseman? Perish the thought. "...but can we continue this inside, please?" Inside, he hoped, there'd be more opportunities to get away from the others than there were standing surrounded at the door. And if all else failed...he somehow managed not to blush at the thought...the doors locked.

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Pestilence grinned at the discomfort of Pollution. He considered the boy his kid, afterall, and what good was a parent that didn't embarass their kids. He waved at Scarlett as she left then pulled them all into the manor.
"First round is on me." He said generously, even though none of them had ever had to pay for anyhting a day in their, (for lack of a better term), lives.
"Famine, you still like blowjobs?" Oh, this was too much fun. "I mean the drink, of course."

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DEATH looked from Pestilence to Famine and then to Pollution, and back again.

OH, he said. In normal circumstances, he probably would have been slightly amused at the blush creeping onto Pollution's face, and the horrible mental images running through his head, but for some reason that he couldn't quite pinpoint, he felt... a bit left out.

He shook his bare skull, perishing the thought. Living in endless darkness could damage your thought process after a few thousand years.

As no one was paying attention to him, and he had nothing better to do, DEATH followed the other Horsepersons and Pestilence into the manor.

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Realizing that DEATH may be feeling left out with his over-exuberant teasing of Pollution and Famine, Pestilence linked arms with the shadowy being and led him through the doors.
"Now all we have to do is find someone for you, tall, dark, and bony." He winked broadly at his good friend and walked towards the bar.

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Pollution looked at Famine for help, not that Pestilence had seemed to loose intrest in them for the moment. He was usually all for the polluting of one's body (of course), but when it involved all the members of their little group and a drink called a 'blowjob', he was ready to look for the soonest possible moment to ooze away

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Famine squeezed Pollution's shoulder reassuringly, wishing for once that he was as unnoticable as his companion. The corner of his eye was twitching ever so slightly, and he raised his free hand in an attempt to rub away an impending headache. He leaned over just enough to murmur in Pollution's ear in a joking tone. "Sometimes I wonder how Death would react if something unfortunate were to happen to Pestilence." Not that he truely wished harm on his old friend, but sometimes... He could use a drink after this, though hopefully not one strong enough for a repeat of last night.

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"He'd be even more distant. I think Pest is the only one of us that is completly at ease around him..." The weight of Famine's hand on his shoulder was comforting and, when he saw Famine reaching up to rub at his head, Pollution felt the desire to comfort him in return. Ignoring the others for a moment, he raised his hand and pushed Famine's away, and gently touched the spot he had been rubbing. "There's not harm in running away from them, is there?" he whispered, already planning thier escape.

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"You're probably right." He smiled and leaned gratefully into Pollution's touch. "I don't think there'd be any harm in that, and running away is starting to sound very tempting." He grinned and, forgetting their company for a moment, leaned over to kiss Pollution's forehead gently.

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As Pestilence was dragging DEATH towards the doors of the manor, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the tender kiss between Famine and Pollution, and it gave him pause.
He understood lust. That was easy enough. Lust was one of his best allies in proliferating disease. Syphilis, AIDS, Gonorrhea, Hell, even TB. He could appreciate lust.
The kiss that had just passed between Famine and Pollution wasn't just lust (though there was a little, lets be honest).
The kiss they shared was born from the other "L" word.
And that "L" word he had never understood at all.
The enormous grin slowly slipped off of the former horesperson's face, and he suddenly felt very alone. He had had flings, of course. How else would social diseases have started and spread in the first place? Hell, he had even been with a few of the other horsepeople. It had been convenient and fun. But it had never had anything to do with the "L" word. His jaw clenched and he his fingers spasmed a little in the dark fold of DEATH's cloak.
"Let go inside." He said quietly, looking back at Famine and Pollution with a sad smile.
He finally managed to push everyone through the doors and down in the direction of the bar.
It was a good time for a quiet drink.

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DEATH followed Pestilence's gaze to Famine and Pollution. It reminded him of Susan and that silly musician boy she had been so taken with when she had to take over for him as DEATH. He smiled.

Glancing as his companion as he felt a tug at his sleeve, his smile faded slightly. Pestilence rarely looked contemplative; in fact, the last time DEATH had seen him like that was when he was about to retire. It hadn't been a happy moment.

WHAT'S WRONG? asked DEATH. SHOULDN'T WE WAIT FOR THEM? he added, nodding back at Famine and Pollution.If more beings he knew were around, the less chance he had of getting completely plastered and making a fool of himself, like the last time he starting thinking about things.

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Pestilence turned cold grey eyes on his friend. "Of course we'll wait." He stretched a smile across his face looking into DEATH's socket's. "Its weird how things turn out. Isn't it? But, can't keep me down for long." His eyes shifted from the happy couple to DEATH and back. It had been so long since he had been around any of them.
"Come on, you two. Plenty of time for that later." He chided, but the enthusiasm was gone from his voice, his words sounding rattley in his chest.

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Pollution was a bit startled by the voice and dragged his eyes away from Famine to look up at Death and Pestilence. He was about ready to head inside with Famine, but the sound of Pestilence's voice made him stop. Of all the Horsepersons, excluding Famine, of course, he was closest with Pestilence. They were cut from the same cloth, even if their personalities were greatly different. "Pest?" he asked, in one word asking if he was alright and if thee was anything he could do to help.

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Pestilence tried harder to look fine. "Oh, nothing's wrong, kid. Don't worry." He gave Pollution a smile and indicated down the hall with his head. "Anyway, there's nothing that a little biological pollution won't solve." He looked at Famine's possessive arm around Pollution. "Anyway, I wasn't joking, its time to celebrate."

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Famine frowned slightly, also worried about his old friend. He decided not to press, that never did any good, but he had a hunch that it had to do with him and Pollution. He decided that if they did manage to slip away during the evening, he'd ask Death to keep an eye on Pest. Maybe someone who wasn't strictly involved could help him.

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Once they reached the bar, Pestilence seemed to be in a better mood. Perhaps the sudden mood shift was a result of his recent meddling with brain chemicals (which was causing an epidemic of mental disorders amongst the humans). At least that is what he tried to convince himself of. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to think about it.
"Well, what would everyone like?" He walked behind the bar (That demon bartender had been missing for days) and looked at Famine. "Still fond of Red?" He pulled a dusty bottle out from under the counter. "What about you kid? DEATH?" He began to pull glasses and random bottles out. In one he poured a little of each alcohol. "What'll it be?"

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Pollution sat down on one of the tall chairs and rested his elbows on the counter, watching Pestilence bustle back and forth. "I like everything," he muttered, dropping his head down to look at the shiny surface of the bar. Without even thinking about it, he lifted his head up again and his eyes sought out Famine. It was amazing how close one bike ride could make a couple.

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Pestilence noticed the glance but looked away quickly, making another "I like everything" cocktail in addition to his own, for the kid. He slid it over to Pollution with a meaningful glance. "Cut from the same cloth, kid." Hefinished his glass in one long draught and poured another mixture.
"And for you, old boy." He corked the bottle of wine and poured some for Famine. "Its been a while since the last time we shared a drink, eh?"
"And what about you, DEATH? Wine, Everything, of I coud mix you a nice "flatliner #2."

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Famine claimed the stool next to Pollution and accepted the glass from Pestilence. "Thanks. Yes, it has, and longer since all five of us have been in one place. When was the last time...World War Two I think? Or was it 'Nam?" He grinned and motioned to the doorway with his glass. "And this time War didn't even stay long enough for a drink."

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Pestilence downed his other drink. Already the lonliness was feeling less present. Thank someone for alcohol. "Hmmm, pretty sure it was 'nam. Good times. Remember the napalm, Pollution? It was so cute the way you squealed as all the trees burst into flames." He resisted the urge to scruff up the young horseman's long white hair in a fatherly gesture. "You were still such a little bugger back then. And of course, you and I were already there before the war began, Schwartzy." He tipped his glass at the robed figure. The glass shook in hands that already felt the heady poisons entering his bloodstream. "And that goes without saying for you too, DEE."

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I AM EVERYWHERE intoned DEATH. He instantly regretted it, now was not the time to be egotistical, even if it was true. He took the glass the Pestilence gave him.

I HAD MY WORK CUT OUT FOR ME THAT TIME, he added, the memories coming back. Whether in the past or present, people always seemed to want to murder each other. It was truly insane, their lives were short enough anyway, but it seemed to amuse the other Horsepeople.

YOU'VER CERTINALY COME A LONG WAY, POLLUTION, said DEATH, turning towards him, remembering Pollution's grime covered face with his hands clapsed together in supreme happiness at some oil spill or litter on the street.

Cradling the glass in his bony hands and gulping it down, he said, LET US IMBIBE LARGE AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.

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"I still like napalm," Pollution said with a dreamy smile, gazing into the drink that Pest had gotten for him. It was a horrid mix of too many different drinks and much too strong to drink. Pollution liked it already. "It wasn't that long ago..." He had never been little, really, like humans were. He was smaller, perhaps. In terms of presence. But a child!Pollution is a cute thought, isn't it?

Pollution turned his dreamy smile on Death and toasted him with his glass before downing it in a few gulps.

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Famine smiled at the memory, Pollution really had been adorable back then. Not that Famine didn't find him adorable now, but in an entirely different way. Without really thinking about it he wrapped an arm comfortably around Pollution's shoulders. Had he thought about it he might have been surprised at how natural it already felt, instead he just enjoyed having Pollution close.

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Pestilence turned abruptly from the show of affection. "I agree with DEATH. Time to get wasted." He filled another glass with every liquor in the bar and topped of everyone else's. "So, Famine, Good job in America. Its nice to see that lazy land of plenty get a nice kick in the ass. Plus, it helps my little microbes." He winked broadly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me." He turned to Pollution and patted his hand gently "I'm just joking, kid. It just always makes me feel better when we can work together."

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Famine nodded in thanks as his glass was topped off, and took a sip. "America, land of the fat and lazy." He grinned. "I am rather proud of my work there. Especially the genetically modified stuff, acres of food that no one will eat." He decided not to say anything about the flirting comment and tok another sip of his wine.

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"I don't understand America," Pollution mused, grinning vaguely at Pestilence. When his drink was gone, he fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, feeling disappointed when he found one but no lighter in sight. Bloody hell. Sulking slightly, he put the little stick of toxins in his mouth and glanced at Famine significantly.

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Famine grinned amusedly and obligingly pulled out a sleek black lighter. He didn't smoke very often although he was fond of the habit (it was a wonderful appetite suppressant), but anyone paying attention might have noticed that he started carrying the lighter at about the same time Pollution started smoking. He lit Pollution's cigarette and returned the lighter to his pocket, unable to resist giving him another kiss on the cheek as he did so.

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Pollution's eyes smiled at Famine and he leaned towards him without even thinking about it. "Thank you," he said, taking a deep breath and then blowing the smoke out in Famine's direction with a slightly mischievous laugh. "Air pollution," he sighed happily, watching it fade away.

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Famine chuckled softly and put his arm back around Pollution's waist. He liked this, it really was far too rare that they were all in the same place. Of course, when they did all find themselves in the same place, those places tended not to last for very long.

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Pestilence watched Famine and Pollution through the bottom of his glass. They were... cute... together. And he always had a soft spot for cigarettes anyways. Emphazyma was such a nasty disease. All that phlegm! Made him hot.
He shook his head. Shouldn't think that. He glanced at DEATH, who always seemed to know what they were all thinking. But it was always pretty hard to gauge what the being was thinking. "Its too quite in here." Pestilence blurted out as he walked towards the jukebox. Flipping through the music selection he finally found something he liked.
Blue Oyster Cult began to tell them not to fear the reaper.
"There you go, kid. Some noise pollution, too."

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Pollution could have giggled. They were spoiling him. Cigarette smoke, very loud music and his own little army of garbage at his feet made for one very happy Apocoliptic Personification. "Thanks, Pest," he sighed, leaning into Famine slightly. When he realized what he was doing, he tilted his head and smiled at him, offering him his cigarette.

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Famine smiled fondly back at Pollution and took a drag from the cigarette still in Pollution's hand, not bothering to take it himself. He wrapped his arms around Pollution's waist, holding him lightly and rested his head against Pollution's. It had been a long time since he last felt this content.

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"Back," War said, striding towards the bar purposefully. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, and if you looked twice you could see why: blood, both wet and dry, was streaked through her hair, and her perfectly-manicured hands were smudged with red. "What're we drinking?"

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Famine looked over at the new arrival with an amused smile and waved. "Looks like you, at least, have been having Bloody Marys. Have a good time?"

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Pollution blinked at War, taking in her appearance, blood included, and wondered what she had gotten into. He really didn't think Adam would like if she went around killing people, never mind the fact that she's war. The song that had been playing in the background changed, Pollution was delighted to find that he rather liked this song. It was the kind of music that would turn the listener deaf by the time they were twenty-five if listened to constantly, twenty-three if a few concerts were thrown in. "Famine..." he said, grabbing his arm, "wan't to dance?" Never mind that he was talking to War. Call him selfish, but they could talk later.

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Famine laughed and allowed Pollution to pull him up to dance. Dancing might not be his favorite pasttime, but if he got to watch Pollution... "Alright." He grinned again and pulled Pollution close on the dance floor.

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Pestilence chuckled as Pollution dragged Famine onto the dance floor. Wasn't Famine's style, but young love had a way of making a being do unlikely things. Pesti understood that. He wandered over to the jukebox, resting a hand lovingly over the buttons. A smell of burning wires filled the air as files corrupted, making playlists of destruction (da da dun!~). Pestilence had a few of his own favorite songs to include at deafening levels. After the song ended, another one began on its tail so that Famine and Pollution wouldn't have time to stop dancing.

"Come on get down with the sickness." Pestilence sang as he wandered back behind the bar. He prepped a drink for War. "Hey, Red, looks like you've been having fun. Celery?" He pushed a Bloody Mary towards her.

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Whent ehs ongs finally ended, Pollution didn't want to pull away from Famine. As though he felt he was going to get ripped away if he weren't close, Pollution pressed against Famine and then looked up at him, a very dirty idea, indeed, hitting him. Certian that the thought showed on his face so why try and hide it, Pollution grinned at his dance partner, snkeeing a look at the door. "Wanna get out of here?" he purred, sounding like any person who had ever wanted to get laid.

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Famine chuckled, very much enjoying having Pollution pressed against him like that, and leaned his head down so his lips were right next to Pollution's ear. "That sounds like a very good idea," he murmured, and pulled Pollution towards the door.