Continued from [Crocodile Tears] The American Dream
It doesn't take long.
In short order, Peter has retrieved his little friend. Or, not so little. And nowhere near friendly. Fortunately, he's in no condition to struggle, or make the transition difficult. Or maybe, unfortunately.
He is exactly as Peter dropped him off. Bound. Gagged. His strength is a shadow of what he exhibited the night before -- a day without food or water will do that. His clothing reeks. Dried blood, both his own and Yuki's, sweat, fear, and possibly a relieved bladder serve to make the stench in the car nearly unbearable.
Then again, Kindred don't have to breathe.
Unless they want to talk. Flannels, on the other hand, is in no condition to talk. His skin is sweaty and clammy at the same time, and theroadshotgun rash on his face is an angry red*.
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Flannels is in the car. Feel free to take the Scene!
Daniella Sage is waiting at the flower shop, she can be met -or- narrated in having already been met.