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Post by :_:Fang:_: on Jul 20, 2007 9:37:18 GMT -5
The fire flickered in the back of the room casting a dark sillhouette of Fang against the night sky. He was sitting on the bedroom floor propped up on his arms with his wings wrapped around him for warmth. He was used to taking watches and couldn't fall asleep knowing that they weren't being looked after. Especially Angel. She had been taken from them too many times. He tilted his head to the side and looked back at the Flock. They were all sleeping soundly, except for the Gasman who was snoring as usual. Fang gave one of his rare smiles when his eyes landed on Max. She looks so cute when she's asleep. He thought with a grin. He returned his attention to the world outside the house letting his smile fade into an unreadable expression. No Erasers, no whitecoats; it was heaven on earth for him.
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