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Who is this sassy lost child
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((Min-jae Parker continued from I swear I'm not a jumper.))


Jae's dreams were gray-washed and muffled, but noise was seeping in from somewhere. Voices. Asha. Somebody else?

He half-woke, turning over in the bed to slur out a question towards the place where Asha had been sitting.

She wasn't there.


Jae sat looking at the open door in dull confusion for several moments, brain still trying to claw its way to full consciousness so he could work out what exactly was wrong with this picture.

The scream yanked him into reality. Asha gone, door open, someone in the hallway screaming-

Jae jolted out of the bed and grabbed the crossbow from where it was leaning against his bag, swearing loudly as he stumbled over Dorothy as she started to stir on the floor on his way to the hall.

"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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