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[lastgunslinger]

It is Cold outside.

There's a figure standing by a gaily painted swing outside. He's smoking. Gloveless. And hatless. And coatless.

Somebody really ought to tell Roland to put his coat on. Somebody who can tell him what's what without getting glared at.

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Not as fun," she sighs. "Hiss fights back." But she obviously forgives Roland denying her her fun, as she hugs him more tightly.

"Rolan'? Glad 'oo came back. Even if 'oo leave 'gain."

[lastgunslinger]

"Well." Hugging Sunny is kind of like hugging a giant marshmallow, becoated as she is. "I left without saying goodbye, last time. And I'd not do so again."










It's a good afternoon.