Night crept into the room.
It was noon, but anyone who knew the night knew that it wasn't bothered by such petty details.
Surprise was expressed. Questions were asked, then answered. Mostly. Sort of. A little. Enough.
Hands were waved, eyes pled with eyes. A conspiracy was whispered, and agreement made. A secret passed hands but the grins stayed where they were, mirrors.
The night crept out again, and was sunshine, but the twilight stayed inside. He had been bored, but now he had work to do.
And besides, the night was young yet, impressionable and almost innocent. A few easy favors would do little harm.
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Wooo! That was very short. And very weird. But I wrote it in ten minutes, so what do you want from me? Couldn't walk for half the day without back grumbling in pain. Not really screaming, but still hurting. Still hurts now, too. Just not as much. Sparring sucks. Getting kicked in the back sucks more. Today is sentence fragment day, can't you tell?
Hehehehe.
Squirrel is high. So tired. But so hyper. Have date to homecoming. Am told shoes "too summery". Must by new pair. Damnit. No really. Hate shopping. Hate shoe shopping more. Is ancient torture ritual, I swear it.
Is very high. Going now!