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Death in High Places (13/??)
I went back outside and leaned next to the door. I counted slowly to ten, then again. The doors slid open. "Hello, Luck," I said, without looking over.
"That's what makes you so fascinating," she purred, "You could predict I'd do that."
"You're fickle," I said flatly.
"That's not very nice," she said, "And you were the one that wanted to talk to me."
I started walking down the street. She caught up and slipped her arm under mine. "What about Greed?" I asked
"Typical boring newbie," she said with a shrug, "Quit acting so much like somebody just died!"
(Sorry, late post, and then I made it upload later, just to spite you all.)
"That's what makes you so fascinating," she purred, "You could predict I'd do that."
"You're fickle," I said flatly.
"That's not very nice," she said, "And you were the one that wanted to talk to me."
I started walking down the street. She caught up and slipped her arm under mine. "What about Greed?" I asked
"Typical boring newbie," she said with a shrug, "Quit acting so much like somebody just died!"
(Sorry, late post, and then I made it upload later, just to spite you all.)