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[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Bruce has, somewhat predictably, been hiding out in his room all day today. Towards the evening, though, he ventures into town. He doesn't do any window shopping and in fact he looks a little peeved as he makes a bee-line for a flower shop, purchases something and then heads back to the castle.

From there he goes right up to the roof to sit on the ledge and watch the sun setting over the horizon. He doesn't move for a very long time, instead just sitting there and thinking, gently cradling two white roses in his hands.

Bother him if you like, but saying he's not one for conversation at the moment would be an understatement. ]

Comments

[toughest.livejournal.com]

Just how much is left of it?

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Not much. It only takes a little digging in the journals to be able to find it. There's still a good amount of people who don't know, though.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll be subtle about it.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

It's appreciated.

[ Even if the comment had been meant mostly as a joke. ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[It's hard to tell with you sometimes, okay.]