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William Evans ([personal profile] not_his_pa) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2011-08-12 09:53 pm

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William has had two baths and is currently smelling vaguely of cedarwood, cloves and eucalyptus, he thinks he finally got all of the sap off of him. Under his shirt, he has bandages for the worst of the splinters but he's mainly unhurt.

After the Australian adventure, he feels that a rest is in order so he has a root beer float and a stack of books about a boy named Peter Jenkins, which are fun. He knows he'll never get to live in a boarding school with ghosts and mysteries but he likes reading about them.

As he came down early enough, he's sprawled over one of the comfortable couches with his boots near the fire and no inclination to move.

[identity profile] katyafeline.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Katya chortles, and settles back against the cushions.

"Still so easy to surprise." She points out, nudging him with her foot.

[identity profile] katyafeline.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
She snorts - that's not what it means in her former life.

"I'm not fixing the splinters." She huffs, watching him through slanted eyes. Dying brother, yes. Splinters from stupid exploding trees?

Nyet.

[identity profile] katyafeline.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She glowers at him for a bit longer, before giving it up as a bad job. Silly boys will be, she supposes, silly boys, no matter how much she scowls. At least this time there weren't mutant fish involved.

[identity profile] katyafeline.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She can feel his goodwill, like a small campfire, warming her fingers from the ever-present chill of the Gloom.

"Always, silly boy. But you can admit it, you needn't use me as an excuse to have pelmeni.". She teases, her former scowls forgotten.