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[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Jonathon's staring at a wall from his place inside a booth, chin in his palm.

He seems to be humming something under his breath, too, but that's about as lively as he's getting.

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[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Jonathon feels that vine-slender thing crawling through his head and shivers just a little bit.

(no -- no fear)

"I see... Thank you for telling me, Miss...?"

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"Sheila, sir, simply just Sheila - if there's anything thou may ask of me, do."

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

He sits there, worrying his hands.

"I will... I will remember that, Sheila, and thank you again..." Jonathon looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "Although, how did she get the message to you?"

Take your mind off of it. I mean, she's an angel, and it calls for something very powerful to hurt an angel... of course, there are plenty of powerful beings h-- no, no...