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« on: February 15, 2014, 07:25:06 PM »
"Can't you give him a call or something?" Trak suggested as they made their way to the edge of town. "I mean, Twoey could help, but he hasn't been feeling right, either. I had him out earlier, but he wanted to just stay in his ball and sleep."
Runaway was holding onto Trak's wrist with both hands, his spoons in one back shorts pocket. They clinked together as they walked, Runaway reading the dazed expressions of those they passed. The silence and the staring, with the Jynx's low hum and an eerily-warm wind didn't help the wrongness of the town. It wasn't that there was anything truly bizarre, or foreign, but everything seemed just slightly off. The air smelled off, the dead eyes of those they passed, the wind... Runaway shuddered. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.