[Sniper eyed Jell-O with a worn look, unimpressed by his attempted attack. He took a few ragged breaths before nudging Jell-O aside with his foot and heading to the den, the cold air burning his lungs; his gait was uneven as his crutch clunked dully on the floor.
Standing over the couch, he leaned heavily on his crutch and gave calling her name another try.]
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Date: 2012-01-24 06:49 am (UTC)Standing over the couch, he leaned heavily on his crutch and gave calling her name another try.]
Oi, Pyro.