Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20181208012437/@comment-34052734-20181208205040

Flora was curled against Zac, her curly hair not at all tangled. She hadn’t moved in her sleep at all, finding the position she was in as the most comfortable. She had been wearing her softest pajamas with the blanket all the way up to her chest.

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Lawrence was resting on his side, facing his pregnant wife. He had gotten terrible sleep the night prior due to Suzie-Ann constantly shifting. There were faint, dark circles, under his strained eyes.

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Hugo was awake, wandering the streets in search of any employment or money. His raggedy appearance turned off many people, facing the unsatisfying glares and closed doors like he always did. He wore his flat cap, one of the only one he had, khaki trousers, a black shirt, and a jacket. His crooked teeth were biting the end of an unlit cigarette.

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Louie pursed his lips, his watch being difficult once again. He was hunched over, readjusting the hands of the expensive tool, fixing it in just a few seconds. He took his comb from his nightstand, combing out his beard in an orderly fashion. For the thug he was, he tried to keep it unfathomable in the eyes of the public.