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Post by Wafflez on Nov 29, 2008 13:51:42 GMT -5
Edmy lifted his head, squeaking as he scrambled to snatch the cover in time. "Thanks," he mumbled softly, fighting to get the cap back on. A injured left hand wasn't the best way to get stuff done. After a few moments he had gotten the bottle back into his pocket, reclining into the seat. The blond let out a little relaxed sigh, he was worn and battered but yet the little ship felt comforting, and he couldn't pick out exactly why, other than it was a whole step up from Port Royal. Edmy blinked away the mixed thoughts, stretching his arms out before placing them behind his head. That was better.
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