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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 1:15:47 GMT -5
Jon glanced over his shoulder, the tilt of his head vaguely sympathetic and sage.
"Neither will he," he said, gently. "Good night, Adrian."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 1:18:10 GMT -5
"What? Jon-"
He sat up, blinking in confusion.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 1:20:59 GMT -5
There was a light, almost soft, as Jon disappeared, and the brightness was eye-hurting even despite it not being on the normal spectrum of bright; then again, Adrian was drunk. Anything he would see would hurt his eyes.
The worst part of the vanishing was nearly never the light. That was only if one was fortunate.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 1:31:56 GMT -5
"Jon?"
He repeated this a few times, even knowing this was futile, before finally settling down on the bed again and falling, fully dressed, into a fitful, troubled sleep.
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