[ it's a day two when kaveh is dismantling part of the wire fence leading up to the park proper. midnight's boltcutters are put aside briefly, resting against a forlorn tree, as it observes kaveh wrangling half the fencing out of its mooring. the fence clatters as kaveh pulls it to the ground. kaveh looks up, and winces when the other half of the fence begins to lilt, much in the way of a wilted loaf of bread, as with half of it gone, it unmoors itself and begins a slow, sad sag towards the left.
the sagging fence stops neatly a good three inches away from vergilius' feet. it rests there like a particularly despondent wired cat the length of a small schoolbus. kaveh looks. ]
Oh. [ kaveh says, ] There's you. I don't suppose you've anything to do with your hands right now, do you?
closed. @vergilius
the sagging fence stops neatly a good three inches away from vergilius' feet. it rests there like a particularly despondent wired cat the length of a small schoolbus. kaveh looks. ]
Oh. [ kaveh says, ] There's you. I don't suppose you've anything to do with your hands right now, do you?