Alex Riyen (witchnamed) wrote in emanare, @ 2008-12-30 13:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex riyen, james austen |
James
Alex stomped into Emanare in heavy, snow covered boots, hair full of fluries and a cross look on his face. "All right. Who's playing with the weather then? Because it certainly wasn't me."
He continued to bitch before throwing himself down into a chair at James table. "It's cold."