There was a rustling behind a building in the farm, drawing Lomedys attention. At least he hoped it would. He’s been trying to signal the farmer back here all day. “ lomedy “ He hissed, trying to call his attention. He knew that Law was watching Lomedy, and desperately didn’t want to get caught again.
-@flamefragments
[ lomedy took a shaky breath, trying to process what just happened. they walked over to the bucket they kicked, dusting it off and checking for dents ] lomedy [ lomedy froze at the voice, not sure what to do. it wasnt at all similar to the lawmans voice. and didnt sound like parrots. no, he recognized that voice ] [ turning around, he saw a familiar head of hair peaking out from behind a barn. no, his mind was playing tricks on him. hes surely gone mad. the stress over that argument and everything else got to him. …right? ] [ he glanced to where the lawman was previously, not seeing anything. checking wouldnt hurt ] [ he took a shaky breath — the bucket in his hands rattling ever so slightly — and walked closer to the barn ] flame?
