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bizarronia2010-07-31 02:04 am
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His stupidity needs another post!
Django instinctively checked for his gun before even opening his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times while they grew accustomed to all the white around. The dad-thing-person was there, he had to admit that he kinda liked him, he did miss dad a lot, but the whole burying his heart thing had left him slightly reluctant to grow attached to his presence... He sneezed a little, completely forgetting his train of thought...
It was kinda cold now that he thought of it.
Oh, it was snow. Good thing he had a scarf.
Then he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times while they grew accustomed to all the white around. The dad-thing-person was there, he had to admit that he kinda liked him, he did miss dad a lot, but the whole burying his heart thing had left him slightly reluctant to grow attached to his presence... He sneezed a little, completely forgetting his train of thought...
It was kinda cold now that he thought of it.
Oh, it was snow. Good thing he had a scarf.
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Killing people was normal, but it was the whole ruining the body thing that he didn't like. He already had had enough problems when they had no body to bury his father, so he resented it a bit.
Mother's scarf looked a little weird, but that was not the important thing. The first (or second) best tree climber in San Miguel decided to reach for the envelope, and get this thing done with.