Date: 2009-09-03 01:51 pm (UTC)
Glitch gets up and glares at the bench. "What a silly place to leave that!" He dusts himself off. "Right. That way." He points and steps and then turns the other way and starts walking, sniffing. "I can smell... a bakery."
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