He thrusts his hands into his hair and pulls. "And meanwhile, you've done your best to--to--" Ugh. He's lounging around practically half-naked, in Feuilly's body.
Right. Feuilly sits down cautiously (banging a knee in the process, these legs are too long) and takes a deep breath in Bahorel's lungs. "The dogs don't seem to notice any difference. They weren't any help when Harry was a football player, either."
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Date: 2015-11-08 12:41 am (UTC)From:Right. Feuilly sits down cautiously (banging a knee in the process, these legs are too long) and takes a deep breath in Bahorel's lungs. "The dogs don't seem to notice any difference. They weren't any help when Harry was a football player, either."