#littlehalfbreed

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little--halfbreed

"You know that cats can make a hundred different sounds, and dogs can only make ten?"

He read that somewhere. A magazine, probably, or heard it on TV. But the thing is, he doesn't really watch television, and he doesn't really read magazines. A life on the road does that to you. 

"Cats, man. Adorable, but not to be trusted."

[thesunshinestore]

~*little--halfbreed*~

Sun had been coughing lately as the sun was away more and more hours of the day. It seemed to be something he suffered from every year as summer went to autumn and autumn to winter and the days became shorter and shorted. This vessel was run on sunlight, and of course Sun would be a little down on the days where he didn’t get to see his own body at all. 

Like today. He’d been inside the bookstore most of the day, reading behind the counter as he listened to the rain pouring down outside. A few wet costumers had roamed among the shelves, mostly to take cover from the pouring rain, leaving wet foot marks on the carpet as they walked the aisles of shelves reaching floor to roof in the big room. The store was bigger than it looked from the outside. 

Sun was carefully sipping on his newly boiled cup of tea as he read a thick book he’d found somewhere in the backroom. It seemed to be about dragons, and how they survived in the world. Thought it was old, and Sun wondered if there was still dragons roaming the earth. 

[roboticteatime-blog]

{little--halfbreed}

Robert didn't even bother keeping his eyes open any longer. The nurses walking past and in and out of his room would think he was constantly sleeping, and only "waking" him when they wanted something. 

It had been a week. 

And the name William Haze was still spinning in his head. Robert still couldn't figure out who he might be, but how familiar the name was but a weight on his chest that made it somewhat... hard to breath. 

A pair of footsteps entered his room. Robert didn't recognize them. The usual nurses walked with heavy steps, as if something was weighing their shoulders down, and his doctor dragged his feet after him. These steps... They reminded him of his own. 

Robert kept his eyes closed. 

"Are you William Haze?" he asked.