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Aug. 5th, 2007 03:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
victormakesart.livejournal.comVictor was clutching the sleeve of the taller boy, a Sam-I-am. Traces of dried green paint clung to her fingers, and her eyes were half-lidded and hazily curious.
Her other hand was wrapped around her PINpoint. Reed had given her a teleporting watch that was probably a gajillion times more efficient and less prone to spazz attacks, but Victor was an old-fashioned soul, and she had been PINpointing for well over a year. It was like giving a carpenter an electric sander, when all he ever used before was sandpaper.
"Y' feelin' better now?"
Her other hand was wrapped around her PINpoint. Reed had given her a teleporting watch that was probably a gajillion times more efficient and less prone to spazz attacks, but Victor was an old-fashioned soul, and she had been PINpointing for well over a year. It was like giving a carpenter an electric sander, when all he ever used before was sandpaper.
"Y' feelin' better now?"
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