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sixwordstories2014-10-20 08:18 am
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[Lurking in the shadows, watching people.]
bolivar) wrote in sixwordstories2014-10-20 08:18 am
That goth douchebag :D!
These are just a few of the euphemisms Eph has been trying on for size as a stand in for "I shot my undead wife". None of them are doing the job. Even thinking about it indirectly is like brushing up against a hot coal. He can't stop.
Fet's place does have food, as promised, but no milk, and more liquor, and fuck it: while the everyone else had holed up inside the rat catcher's lair, Eph had secretly liberated a bottle and slipped outside. And maybe the rest of them had decided he needed some time to himself, or maybe they just don't care if he gets eaten, but no one had stopped him.
Was it the best choice of action? No, certainly not, but since when does Eph choose wisely (not lately; not lately at all). Was it just a little bit suicidal? Maybe.
Possibly intentionally so.]