Money meant little to her. She only had it because she needed it to live among her jobs. Other than that, it was just her being a wandering demon. Whatever.
Wylie stirred. He was sore and hung over. His skin was red and welted, an actual open scratch on his collarbone. It was scabbed over at this point. He groaned and turned onto his side towards whoever was closest.
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Date: 2012-04-17 08:57 pm (UTC)Wylie stirred. He was sore and hung over. His skin was red and welted, an actual open scratch on his collarbone. It was scabbed over at this point. He groaned and turned onto his side towards whoever was closest.