http://ghost-bait.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ghost-bait.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-11-28 07:05 am (UTC)

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She nodded in agreement and picked a spot under a tree with bluish, smooth bark. Like someone had decided that trees needed to be made out of plastic on some distant planet. At least it smelled kind of sweet, which she didn't mind so much.

"Let's sit here, okay?" Miku plopped herself down, and opened her hands to discreetly examine them. She'd pressed little red crescents into her palms, but they weren't bleeding, and would probably go away soon. At least it wouldn't be anything that Steve needed to worry about. "You can sit against the tree, and I'll lean on you a little."

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