"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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Date: 2005-12-23 03:47 pm (UTC)