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[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, there is a road. It is by a field. In that field, there is a leather tent.

In that field, also, there are some raptors. You've seen Jurassic Park? Those raptors.

Except that they're dead. Obviously dead. The word 'zombie' might be applied without being too insane.

And also in that field, in that tent, is Miki, who is sleeping peacefully and unaware of the zombie raptor doom about to wake him sharply.

UT-OHS.

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[blueisboring.livejournal.com]

He nose is perfectly biteable, when she lets him, just before sinking her head against his shoulder.

"Missed you."

If she doesn't look at him it doesn't count as admitting weakness.

"Wanna go in the tent?"

[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Miki says, wrapping both arms around her and crushing her tight against him. "You, too. Don't know why, though."

He's already pushing through the long grass towards the tent, with no intention of putting her down.

Their voices fade into the rustling of the grass.

It's a perfect day.