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J. K. Griffith ([info]red_oak_tree) wrote in [info]expresslogs,
@ 2012-07-18 14:13:00
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Characters: James Griffith & Keleios Incantare
When: Wednesday afternoon
Location: Observation car? (we can totally change this, I'm winging it)
Warnings/Rating: James flirting
Summary: James likes the ladies. Keleios is a lady.
Status: Closed/ongoing



James remained determined to stretch his social wings for the while, because branching out would at least take the pressure off of other people he knew, and his little circle of friends had a lot of other things on their minds at the moment.

So once more he had relocated himself to a different car on the train, though in all fairness watching the hundreds of fields of cattle fly by outside wasn't what he would call a thrilling way to spend his afternoon. But it got him daydreaming. Daydreaming about the home he may never see again. The friends he missed so much it hurt in a way his sickness didn't-

He was also mighty thankful that Thomas seemed to have overlooked swapping his superpowers of 'not quite dying of a horrible disease' with someone else, because no matter how pleasant it would be to not be sick, he wouldn't wish it on anyone.

So for now it was just cows on repeat. And that wasn't too bad. it was better than dust, better than the monochrome world-


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