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Jul. 10th, 2005 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
milliways_sawyerSawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty.
It's scaly.
Like, lizard scales scaly.
He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.
It's scaly.
Like, lizard scales scaly.
He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.
