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tampered2008-06-22 11:54 pm
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When; Sunday evening.
Rating; PG-13, teenage boys using teenage language.
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machi_tobaye and wocky_kitaki
Summary; Wocky arrives to the City. By falling on Machi's head. And Machi thought he was having a bad day before.
Log;
Machi just doen't want to go home yet. Not that it's really home. Klavier's apartment had started to feel a little bit better, the couch a little more comfortable under his frame. Now it's a new place to sleep, supposedly less dangerous while Klavier's apartment's being investigated. Mr. Edgeworth is a nice man with a nice piano, but Machi doesn't want to stay with him. Sick of being uprooted again. His worry for Klavier eclipses everything, but the older man isn't getting any better.
Hands in pockets, he wanders the streets, coming to a stop at the center of the city. Watching the carousel, trying to see if there's some difference here tonight, something to explain these weird, awful occurrences. The ticking seems particularly loud.
Rating; PG-13, teenage boys using teenage language.
Characters;
machi_tobaye and wocky_kitakiSummary; Wocky arrives to the City. By falling on Machi's head. And Machi thought he was having a bad day before.
Log;
Machi just doen't want to go home yet. Not that it's really home. Klavier's apartment had started to feel a little bit better, the couch a little more comfortable under his frame. Now it's a new place to sleep, supposedly less dangerous while Klavier's apartment's being investigated. Mr. Edgeworth is a nice man with a nice piano, but Machi doesn't want to stay with him. Sick of being uprooted again. His worry for Klavier eclipses everything, but the older man isn't getting any better.
Hands in pockets, he wanders the streets, coming to a stop at the center of the city. Watching the carousel, trying to see if there's some difference here tonight, something to explain these weird, awful occurrences. The ticking seems particularly loud.