Victor clenched his other hand over the wound, injured arm limp at his side. He was grateful he at least didn't pass out easily. "The chair's yours," he said, trying to sidle away. "Have a nice day."
From how much the other patrons weren't reacting, he was thinking nobody here was the type to help the Fandomites find a way out anyhow.
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Re: A Brass Door
Date: 2013-04-12 01:32 am (UTC)From how much the other patrons weren't reacting, he was thinking nobody here was the type to help the Fandomites find a way out anyhow.