[ Afternoon in August, and rain was falling in a light drumbeat down on the roof -- the kind of day when no one expected to get much done. Majima set a little tray of tea and cookies on the table next to Tim and planted a kiss on the bullman's temple. ]
Hey. Feel like a snack?
[ And yeah, ordinarily Tim might be the snack. But let no one say that crime werewolves didn't support the struggle when it came to being a published author.
On the nearby sofa, Jaw opened his jaws in a wide, lazy yawn. ]
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:16 pm (UTC)Hey. Feel like a snack?
[ And yeah, ordinarily Tim might be the snack. But let no one say that crime werewolves didn't support the struggle when it came to being a published author.
On the nearby sofa, Jaw opened his jaws in a wide, lazy yawn. ]