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[ T'was the night before Christmas - well, it had ticked over from the night before Christmas a few hours ago, but it probably didn't count if you hadn't really slept. Then again, Lockon hadn't exactly been sleeping like a baby for going on a week, what with...everything that had happened. It hadn't exactly been a good month. Still, tiredness will usually win out, especially when one knows that they have a day of dealing with probably some form of festivities to come, and he was somewhere between sleeping and dozing. ]
Because the urge to get this down onto paper (.....metaphorically) hit me before, and it got.....ridiculously huge. Like, '1700+ words of babble' huge.
What's going through Lockon's head in regards to the Tieria situation?
( Warning for babble, stream-of-consciousness, disregard for proper grammar. )
I did say it was long. /cough. Uh....questions? :'D
What's going through Lockon's head in regards to the Tieria situation?
( Warning for babble, stream-of-consciousness, disregard for proper grammar. )
I did say it was long. /cough. Uh....questions? :'D
