10-22-2010, 10:14 PM
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It wasn't much polite to smoke inside. That's why the old wolf was sitting on a patched up rocking chair, puffing headily. Plus, Amos didn't think Cassius would approve much - the lad was very smart, almost too smart. Definitely wasn't from Amos' side of the family. Nah, it had taken Amos half the day, thirty nails, and four feet of duct tape to fix the rocking chair he was sitting in. Puzzle solving wasn't exactly the old wolf's forte.
It wasn't much polite to smoke inside. That's why the old wolf was sitting on a patched up rocking chair, puffing headily. Plus, Amos didn't think Cassius would approve much - the lad was very smart, almost too smart. Definitely wasn't from Amos' side of the family. Nah, it had taken Amos half the day, thirty nails, and four feet of duct tape to fix the rocking chair he was sitting in. Puzzle solving wasn't exactly the old wolf's forte.
That there place that Amos was now living in, D'Neville Mansion, was one of the better preserved buildings he'd ever seen. It smelled a bit, but that was inconsequential. No where was perfect, especially in a world once abandoned.
A few more tendrils of smoke arose from the edge of the Optime's muzzle. The end of the cigarette glowed a lovely orange, flaring up when Amos inhaled a lungful. Halfway through sucking in the addictive smoke, his lungs spasmed. Amos lost control of his breathing, and erupted into heavy coughing.