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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Date: 2005-12-12 11:08 pm (UTC)