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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[Have a Wingy, grumbling as she wanders down the hallway. Her arms are crossed, and she looks rather annoyed at the world.]

Stupid...

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[shifts into a slightly more comfortable position]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Asch...?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[opens his eyes to look at her, then closes them again]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You okay...?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Tired...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

...

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Hallway?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

That's where you are right now.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks around, then shakes his head] Don't... thought I...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[slowly sits up, groaning] Invite me in.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You can't just go into a room that doesn't belong to anyone?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

No. [knees pop as he stands and he frowns]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll invite you in somewhere and then you can sleep in a bed, at least.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[nods, starting to walk]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Let's try this one.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[goes thud against the wall, sliding down, asleep again]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Wake up enough so you can hear me inviting you in.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[opens his eyes slightly] Inviting me in?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yup, you can go in this room.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[stumbles in and sits heavily on the floor, hip popping]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with you?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her and... oh hey, that's a few wrinkles]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You're... older?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... so it seems.