http://glass-beddau.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis2010-09-06 01:01 am
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Diamonds, glitter and trauma tears, with an unfriendly atmosphere.

[Late morning of Thursday, February 11 (day 256)]
[Miskatonic Café]


Wasn't planning on going out this morning. Came downstairs t'see about borrowing a roasting pan from Cookie, but ran into Thomas coming in. He asked if there was anything I was going to change about the rent, and how he should pay, and I-- well. Said end of the month was fine, I'd get it from him when I saw him, and asked him t'let me know if there was anything particular needed fixing come thaw.

Touch dazed by it all, and found myself outside. I own a home. Someone else's home. Oh spit and staunchweed...

Stepped along down Silk, hands in my pockets and shrugged up a little against the chill. Not too bad, though, and've a decent sweater over my shirt--warm enough, even if I think it'd snag t'hell and gone were I t'go gathering. Dorian misses something of the use of clothes, sometimes. Find myself coming up to the Miskatonic, and look up.

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