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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Date: 2005-12-16 03:07 pm (UTC)