"I hope he gets better soon. I'll go and visit him to ask about keeping the feather in a few days. I promise I won't just leave it lying around somewhere."
Rose turned away from the trash can to go back inside, assuming that Gabriel wouldn't want to linger. She didn't know about his nose but hers was perfectly able to smell the stink coming from the trash. Not the feathers, probably, though there was an underlying tone of dried blood, but the rest.
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Date: Monday, 12 July 2010 13:45 (UTC)Rose turned away from the trash can to go back inside, assuming that Gabriel wouldn't want to linger. She didn't know about his nose but hers was perfectly able to smell the stink coming from the trash. Not the feathers, probably, though there was an underlying tone of dried blood, but the rest.