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Post by neopanther on Oct 13, 2008 10:46:18 GMT -8
P’nset yawned, oddly comforted by her ministration of a kiss, in any state of otherwise awareness, he would have been terribly embarrassed, woefully distraught and confused to boot. However, like this, it felt as though it was something that should be.
“Should.” He mused sleepily, “always a word I abide.” Mumblings now likely little more than a slur against the otherwise silent room. He have a non-committal huff to her statement, it would seem better in the morning, pessimistic as he was he thought otherwise. He was silently hoping he would wake from this dream. From this reality that was not his own, but some other P’nset’s.
Sleep was a muffled dark blanket that slowly crept over him, dispite a mild discomfort that was residing deep within him. He hoped that it would be something that ebbed away, and not something that he would force behind a water gate until it swelled and overcame the gate, crashing down to the well constructed town below. But, it could be.
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