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23/11/08 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minervasoloMissed mininano again yesterday, so I'm determined not to make it two days in a row.
110 words
His shoulders curled inwards, his hips slouched forwards. His hands were firmly shoved into his pockets. His hair fell over his eyes, which were fixed on the ground immediately before his feet. His jeans were black faded to grey, bound tight around the calves by black dyed putties. He'd wound them around his writsts too, almost up to his shoulders. He was wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His feet were bare and bloody. There was a trail of footprints - brown now on the white tiles - that suggested he'd come of his own accord, but everything in his body language screamed he'd been unwilling.
110 words
His shoulders curled inwards, his hips slouched forwards. His hands were firmly shoved into his pockets. His hair fell over his eyes, which were fixed on the ground immediately before his feet. His jeans were black faded to grey, bound tight around the calves by black dyed putties. He'd wound them around his writsts too, almost up to his shoulders. He was wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His feet were bare and bloody. There was a trail of footprints - brown now on the white tiles - that suggested he'd come of his own accord, but everything in his body language screamed he'd been unwilling.
