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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2009 23:11:46 GMT -5
She held his hand in a death grip to get into the car, as the road swam in her vision. "Can I sleep in the car? Getting tired..." That was normal for her; she'd often drank to go to sleep when her powers still caused her pain.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2009 23:12:54 GMT -5
::That was fine with Pietro, as he often drove alone, and did not need the radio. Reaching over, he fastened her safety buckle.:: "Yes. Sleep."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2009 23:16:11 GMT -5
She took him at his word, and leaned back in the seat with his coat wrapped around her. In less then a minute, she was unconscious.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2009 23:17:12 GMT -5
::Pietro shut her door and went around the other side of the Acura to enter. As promised, as soon as the engine was on, he warmed the car, and then exited the parking space. It was time to begin the journey back to Salem Center.::
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