...With the result that Lesgle's ghostly sheet soon has a properly macabre spray of red across its front.
Joly retreats to the bed,laughing. "Your fault, that was your fault, scaring me like that!"
Hmm. There's another sheet on the bed still, striped blue ticking that it is. Joly pulls it over his own head. "...Scaring me out of my skin, Boooooo---ahahah- wwwwwooo!" He waves his own arms around, and is probably spilling more wine.
The clock-- has there ever been a clock, that they've heard, before? it's there now-- strikes midnight.
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Date: 2014-10-31 06:02 pm (UTC)...With the result that Lesgle's ghostly sheet soon has a properly macabre spray of red across its front.
Joly retreats to the bed,laughing. "Your fault, that was your fault, scaring me like that!"
Hmm. There's another sheet on the bed still, striped blue ticking that it is. Joly pulls it over his own head. "...Scaring me out of my skin, Boooooo---ahahah- wwwwwooo!" He waves his own arms around, and is probably spilling more wine.
The clock-- has there ever been a clock, that they've heard, before? it's there now-- strikes midnight.