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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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curious