crowsong: Gin grinning widely, while biting a cigarette. The night sky behind him is tinged red, with snowflakes fluttering. (out where the bullets shine;)
Gin ([personal profile] crowsong) wrote in [community profile] discedo 2012-05-12 03:24 pm (UTC)

[Voice]

A robot.

[He's been talking to cats and... rabbit-cat hybrids, why not a robot?]

Better not take what I said too literally. There's no such thing as angels, after all, but the world's full of fools. This place is called Fortuna. It's a planet, different from mine, or so I've been told. The place I'm staying at is called Dissimulo... hey, got a map of this place? I'll send you one.

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