[He hears approaching voices, first--a little distant, but not terribly far off--and he perks up, the way a dog might perk up when it hears something interesting approaching. Only then he'd distracted straight after--a weird knocking at the top of his head, and he twists to look behind him first, stupidly, before he thinks to look up.
And there she is, crouched up among the higher beams. He grins, immediately, and drops his cigarette in the dirt, voices forgotten.]
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And there she is, crouched up among the higher beams. He grins, immediately, and drops his cigarette in the dirt, voices forgotten.]
Don't tell me. This doesn't count, either.