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Log; Complete
When; Jan. 12 (evening)
Rating; PG-13 (for languages)
Characters; Lee Nicholas![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killerdimples, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; One word too many puts the nightmare into silent thought... until he runs across astarlet friend on a food run.
Log;
He was going nowhere, literally. Cori had done circles, eights, and round-a-bout zig zags through the City on foot, a cigarette ever dangling from his lips. He couldn't wrap his mind around what Blue had said, despite their civil parting from the hospital. He saw how the blond had smiled when he finally went home, appreciative of their time together, followed by an undercurrent of sadness that too much might have passed between them in so little time. There hadn't been enough time, and Cori had single-handedly destroyed the gift Blue meant to give him. It was an accident.
Smoke drifted from what remained of the stub in his mouth. He flicked it to the sidewalk and stopped in front of a market to light another. A thought had occurred to Cori, to perhaps venture in and pick up another brand. Camels or Marlboros. Something different for a change.
Rating; PG-13 (for languages)
Characters; Lee Nicholas
killerdimples, the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; One word too many puts the nightmare into silent thought... until he runs across a
Log;
He was going nowhere, literally. Cori had done circles, eights, and round-a-bout zig zags through the City on foot, a cigarette ever dangling from his lips. He couldn't wrap his mind around what Blue had said, despite their civil parting from the hospital. He saw how the blond had smiled when he finally went home, appreciative of their time together, followed by an undercurrent of sadness that too much might have passed between them in so little time. There hadn't been enough time, and Cori had single-handedly destroyed the gift Blue meant to give him. It was an accident.
Smoke drifted from what remained of the stub in his mouth. He flicked it to the sidewalk and stopped in front of a market to light another. A thought had occurred to Cori, to perhaps venture in and pick up another brand. Camels or Marlboros. Something different for a change.