Teatime went down to one knee as the man stepped forward, readjusting his grip on the spear, bringing the blunt end up and the sharp end down, swinging towards the man's legs.
There was something... familiar about this. The expert way the man handled the machete. The loving and careful way it was sharpened. The laugh.
A name, like a child's scrawl on the walls of his mind, made itself known.
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Date: 2009-08-25 10:31 am (UTC)There was something... familiar about this. The expert way the man handled the machete. The loving and careful way it was sharpened. The laugh.
A name, like a child's scrawl on the walls of his mind, made itself known.
"Nny."