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creator_raven) wrote2005-07-15 10:30 pm
creator_raven) wrote2005-07-15 10:30 pm
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[Millitimed to the morning of July 19]
Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.
There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.
On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers.
Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.
There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.
On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers.
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His tone is hopeful.
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And makes puppy-dog eyes. With batting eyelashes.
Yes, Ace is cruel.
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"I will get neither cookies nor waffles?"
He hands her the plate.
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Because she's a good sister.
"Ta, Raven." She's also a very happy sister, mostly underneath the blankets with her feet waving in the air, munching on folded-over waffles with strawberries inside.
Life is good.
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He then pulls the chair over to the bed, settling next to Ace and bracing one foot on the chair seat.
He settles the plate of cookies on his knee, and munches one.
He leans sideways against Ace, a little.
Life is very good, indeed.