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aldersprigChapter 9: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal
Tuesday, September 19, 2000
The clothing, Leofric had to admit, didn't look bad. It wasn't very comfortable, though: the long sleeves and cuffs, the shirt collar, the way he kept catching his backpack on the buttons down the front, the stiff new shoes. And the collar, of course. The clothes were just dress clothes, nothing too weird, but the collar was a different story.
He resisted the urge to fidget with it again; Eriko didn't like fidgeting, so he was trying to avoid building a habit. But the leather sat snug up against his neck, reminding him it was there every time he moved. Every time he breathed.
read on...
by Inspector Caracal
Tuesday, September 19, 2000
The clothing, Leofric had to admit, didn't look bad. It wasn't very comfortable, though: the long sleeves and cuffs, the shirt collar, the way he kept catching his backpack on the buttons down the front, the stiff new shoes. And the collar, of course. The clothes were just dress clothes, nothing too weird, but the collar was a different story.
He resisted the urge to fidget with it again; Eriko didn't like fidgeting, so he was trying to avoid building a habit. But the leather sat snug up against his neck, reminding him it was there every time he moved. Every time he breathed.
read on...
