-=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.=-
[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.]
-=When he returns, his left hand is a bloody mess. He doesn't seem to care. But he looks at his mom and sighs, falling into a chair to get splinters pulled and hand bandaged up.=-
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Date: 2010-10-01 06:49 pm (UTC)offline
Date: 2010-10-01 06:53 pm (UTC)offline
Date: 2010-10-01 07:34 pm (UTC)You know, there are other ways to vent that are far less painful.
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Date: 2010-10-01 08:22 pm (UTC)Depends on what you consider painful.