Remieverse- The Cafe
April 3rd, 2007 09:28 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
another-phace.livejournal.comLogan looked around at the early morning bullivard, blinking as he carried his small wife down the streets. His clothes were wet with blood, none his own, and he regretted the mess, but they'd only stop to rest until it was closer until their plane left.
He looked around, seeing only one cafe open, and trudged up to it. Inside some huge mass was cleaning tables and setting down chairs, but he simply walked in and went to a booth, pausing for a moment as he caught a familiar scent.
He froze, then looked over towards the tall, winged man, feeling his heart plummet when he recognized one of the few faces he couldn't handle seeing again.
He looked around, seeing only one cafe open, and trudged up to it. Inside some huge mass was cleaning tables and setting down chairs, but he simply walked in and went to a booth, pausing for a moment as he caught a familiar scent.
He froze, then looked over towards the tall, winged man, feeling his heart plummet when he recognized one of the few faces he couldn't handle seeing again.
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