He moved sharply, but the edge of the machete sliced a thin line along the edge of Teatime's jaw. The pain - brief, hot, barely even a flash of sensation - was exquisite. No one cut him.
"Did I want you, Nny?" He drew in a breath, his good eye widening, his other eye glinting in the low light. "Were you lying about us being... friends?"
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Date: 2009-08-25 08:09 pm (UTC)"Did I want you, Nny?" He drew in a breath, his good eye widening, his other eye glinting in the low light. "Were you lying about us being... friends?"