09-22-2008, 10:41 PM
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 --  (!@#$%)The outrageously horrible timing was enough to make him laugh--it took a remarkable amount of self control to keep this from actually happening. All at once, fear met comfort, confusion met understanding, and nothingness met something. At least now he had a reason for that peculiar feeling she gave him. At the same time, he couldn't comprehend why she hadn't said something sooner. Recognition and understanding shown upon his face, but there was still a great deal of confusion. Searching her face carefully (which was extremely difficult, considering it didn't stay still even when Ryan didn't move herself), he couldn't quite decide if she looked angry or upset with him. The drugs made it easy for his mind to weave convoluted fantasies--her ears turned up sharply as he wondered if she might attack him now for abandoning them, but her features softened as he wondered if she might be relieved or ... something. (!@#$%)Lené... he murmured at one point, before lapsing into more "thoughtful" silence. What had ever happened to her, anyway? Anselm never really intended to keep in touch with old fuck buddies, seeing as they were simply that. He'd enjoyed the female coyote's company for over a week, if he could recall correctly, but they certainly hadn't spent more than a fortnight together. Anselm was always on the move... Lené had been, too, perhaps, and he'd always just figured they were two ships passing in the night, much like the rest of his random sexual encounters. Oh god, were there more? More kids he didn't even know about? Utterly unable to figure out how he felt about this, he decided to at least see what page she was on. Are you angry? he wondered, grimacing at the surreal sound of his own voice. It was pulsating, much like everything else. ... are there more? That one would burn a hole in his brain if he didn't ask.  |