He cast another glance up at the ceiling. Peter was finishing up now, he could hear that much, but between the look on her face and his own need threatening to boil over now that they were talking about it, he wanted something and he wanted it now. He wondered idly how he'd managed to go years without killing, when only four months in between murders seemed hellish now.
He wet his lips with his tongue again. "We could go now. I'll leave one of my copies here with Peter. Tell him you went to the store to pick up some food now that I'm awake again."
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Date: 2011-01-23 09:26 pm (UTC)He wet his lips with his tongue again. "We could go now. I'll leave one of my copies here with Peter. Tell him you went to the store to pick up some food now that I'm awake again."