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Jul. 10th, 2013 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There's a guy sitting on the porch swing near the lake, crutches propped nearby, smoking a cigarette as he watches a dodo chase after the fireflies.
The grounds sure as hell look like they've seen better days -- Gaeta has no frakking idea what could have ripped up the ground like that. But Gogo doesn't seem to mind, and it's not like Gaeta cares too much about it anyway.
The stars glimmer with the unique brightness of a far removed place: barely any light pollution, barely any people. Every so often, Gaeta looks up to take in the view.
[ooc: off to bed! slowtime now in effect; post is open until it scrolls.]
The grounds sure as hell look like they've seen better days -- Gaeta has no frakking idea what could have ripped up the ground like that. But Gogo doesn't seem to mind, and it's not like Gaeta cares too much about it anyway.
The stars glimmer with the unique brightness of a far removed place: barely any light pollution, barely any people. Every so often, Gaeta looks up to take in the view.
[ooc: off to bed! slowtime now in effect; post is open until it scrolls.]