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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, melancholy just sneaks up on you. You see something, or hear something, and it reminds you of someone who's gone. It just happens.

So there's an Ace curled up on the couch with hot cocoa and a Doberman on the floor, Ace reading a book and Magic gnawing on a rawhide bone.

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[creator_raven]

He thinks a little harder.

"Geckos?"

They are crunchy.

And Ace can have some too.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Nope!"

This is fun. She makes a mental note to do it more often. "Gettin' closer though."

[creator_raven]

If it is not geckos and it is not cookies . . .






"Eyeballs?"

It is too much to hope for, perhaps.

Still.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace digs under the couch, and brings out a tupperware container.

Inside, are eyeballs.

Lots of eyeballs.

Aged eyeballs, even.

"Please open that outside."

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face at her.

Ace is clearly a plebian.

Or just very pathetically tasteless.

"If you are for being picky."

But he's grinning.

Because--eyeballs!

Ace is a very good sister.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"I am for not activatin' my gag reflex." Ace points out, but she grins back. "Thought y'might like them. The wolfpack left a giant pile of dead bunnies outside the door one night, so there were all those eyes, goin' t'waste."

[creator_raven]

Raven perks up even more, if possible.

"There was stew, then?"

What else do you do with a pile of dead rabbits?

Surely they did not let them rot in the sun.

(Even if they should have.)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Fed to the dogs. Meat isn't really on the menu in the Wells household."

Though, there might have been rabbit stew in the bar one afternoon to deal with the craving.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks, head tilting.

"They do not so much like the taste?"

What?