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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Date: 2005-12-15 05:05 pm (UTC)