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Prompt: Turnt down in the snow.
[A day has passed since their last catastrophic set back and while Gyro's words had cut some of the pain there were still a lot of wounds to nurse. In fact, Johnny hadn't said anything after they finished the wine. It had been a painfully long day and retreating to rest and quiet was, at the least, not unexpected.
But it was well into the afternoon and Johnny still hadn't spoken up again. Miles in the cold with dull pain throbbing through gun shot wounds and silence. They should have talked. They had to plan their next course of action (further out then surviving the day) but he just didn't have the energy. They had found and lost two corpse parts in the course of one day. How was he supposed to think about the next ones yet?
However, no matter how foul a mood there was no way he would ignore the needs of Slow Dancer. He had been waiting on Gyro to force them to stop and set up camp but it looks like he couldn't be completely checked out forever. And the afternoon wasn't getting any longer. It took some throat clearing before he was sure his call would carry through the wind and the snow but there it is.]
Gyro. Camp?
[Ugh. His voice was still raspy from all thecrying shouting yesterday. His face was perfectly emotionless though. As always.]
[A day has passed since their last catastrophic set back and while Gyro's words had cut some of the pain there were still a lot of wounds to nurse. In fact, Johnny hadn't said anything after they finished the wine. It had been a painfully long day and retreating to rest and quiet was, at the least, not unexpected.
But it was well into the afternoon and Johnny still hadn't spoken up again. Miles in the cold with dull pain throbbing through gun shot wounds and silence. They should have talked. They had to plan their next course of action (further out then surviving the day) but he just didn't have the energy. They had found and lost two corpse parts in the course of one day. How was he supposed to think about the next ones yet?
However, no matter how foul a mood there was no way he would ignore the needs of Slow Dancer. He had been waiting on Gyro to force them to stop and set up camp but it looks like he couldn't be completely checked out forever. And the afternoon wasn't getting any longer. It took some throat clearing before he was sure his call would carry through the wind and the snow but there it is.]
Gyro. Camp?
[Ugh. His voice was still raspy from all the
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That's a bold claim from a dude who thought American cowboys wore leather bondage gear. Johnny props himself up a tad with his elbow, not enough to break hugs okay, and peeks over Gyro's neck at the mass of hair across the bed. Give him like five more minutes and he is just going to completely climb on top of Gyro with how much he's reaching over him.
He pinches a lock of hair and slowly lifts it up with the rest of its knotted friends. Luscious...]
You mean rat's nest, right?
[Just hear that smirk in his tone.]