((fighting off earworm of "Red Dragon Tattoo" ... which I associate with a guy running around headless in the subterranean corridors of Kingdom Hospital ...)
Lezard took off his glasses. Wiped them on the cuff of his shirt. Put them back on.
Stared.
Cursed elaborately in three languages, two infernal and one aethereal.
"You should have told me," he said, finally. And yawned.
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Date: 2010-03-01 04:30 am (UTC)Lezard took off his glasses. Wiped them on the cuff of his shirt. Put them back on.
Stared.
Cursed elaborately in three languages, two infernal and one aethereal.
"You should have told me," he said, finally. And yawned.