"Yes it is," DG smiles. "I'm DG, Glitch. I'm one of your friends."
The make their way inside, Wyatt constantly checking Glitch's feet in case of stumbling. Inside, the bed's made, there's a few items of clothing laid out on the covers, too big but clean and soft.
"We'll cook something," he tells the young woman. "Leave the bath for later, he just needs his wounds checked and cleaned."
"Right. I'll fry something!" She scurries to do just that, leaving Wyatt to take care of Glitch in the meantime.
"Sit down, Sweetheart," there's a bowl of lukewarm water and a rag on the kitchen table.
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Date: 2009-09-16 11:23 am (UTC)The make their way inside, Wyatt constantly checking Glitch's feet in case of stumbling. Inside, the bed's made, there's a few items of clothing laid out on the covers, too big but clean and soft.
"We'll cook something," he tells the young woman. "Leave the bath for later, he just needs his wounds checked and cleaned."
"Right. I'll fry something!" She scurries to do just that, leaving Wyatt to take care of Glitch in the meantime.
"Sit down, Sweetheart," there's a bowl of lukewarm water and a rag on the kitchen table.