Abigail looks back at her brother and walks a bit faster when he mimes drawing a weapon across his throat, the gesture at odds with the slow smirk. She'd just declared war. She knows this as well as she knows Thomas. Luckily their arguments tend to result in entertaining stories, nothing worse.
(Well, except for that once, with the chicken.)
His shirt had looked as if it needed a washing, anyway.
To Raph: "Never let it be said I don't go t'great lengths for you."
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Date: 2009-11-16 03:26 am (UTC)(Well, except for that once, with the chicken.)
His shirt had looked as if it needed a washing, anyway.
To Raph: "Never let it be said I don't go t'great lengths for you."