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[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
Who; Frankie and Dustfinger
What: Dinner, a walk in the park
Where: Vegas
When: Tonight
Warnings: Will update if necessary
He was waiting for her at the port key just like he promised. he sat on the ground, back against a wall, Gwin on his shoulder. The marten was the first to react, nails digging into his master's shoulders, as he jumped off, scurrying toward her as she emerged from the port kehy. Dustfinger pushed himself up, opposite hand rubbing at his shoulder. Despite his duster, Gwin's claws had scratched him.
"Hello, Frankie." He smiled, as he stepped toward her. His posture was slightly more depressive than usual, the weight of the day weighing him down. Still, he smiled and reached out to greet his friend with a hug. "I am glad to see you." |
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