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fandomtownies2016-12-10 02:35 pm
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Outside the Ruins of Furnado, Saturday Morning
Dante had taken up patrolling again for the first time in... he'd like to say months, but it was probably weeks. So sue him: the regulars knew the rules of this place now, but the newbies were probably running into trouble a lot.
So he'd gone a-walking, right from the park up past the old restaurant district and then down to here, at Furnado. Most of it laid in ruins, though the front part of the shop was still upright. He wondered suddenly if there was anything of importance left inside. Sure, the cat- and dog food had been scavenged out years ago, but...
... sigh.
He blamed seeing Anders again yesterday. Been trying to avoid that.
He poked his head into the door. "Wonder if they still carry cat t-shirts..."
Nostalgia was a terrible friend, some days.
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So he'd gone a-walking, right from the park up past the old restaurant district and then down to here, at Furnado. Most of it laid in ruins, though the front part of the shop was still upright. He wondered suddenly if there was anything of importance left inside. Sure, the cat- and dog food had been scavenged out years ago, but...
... sigh.
He blamed seeing Anders again yesterday. Been trying to avoid that.
He poked his head into the door. "Wonder if they still carry cat t-shirts..."
Nostalgia was a terrible friend, some days.
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