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-=You see nothing, since the PCD is facing the sky, but there's the sounds of debris being smashed into tiny, tiny splinters. And the soft wheeze of strained breathing.=-

Date: 2010-10-01 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] motherofalchemy.livejournal.com
[She sighs softly before putting the PCD down. She'll be waiting beside the front door for Edward's return, first aid kit in hand and ready to patch him up and talk if he's up to it.]

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Date: 2010-10-01 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] motherofalchemy.livejournal.com
[She sits next to her son and pulls the tweezers from the kit. She places the box to the side and begins the task of pulling all the splinters out.]

You know, there are other ways to vent that are far less painful.

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