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Bratwurst

That reminds me...

Jenna Ortega looking hawt in Beetlejuice 2.

Looks in

andouille

Waits

Looks on

Say his word and he appears...

Wanders in

Very quiet

Also, four-hit combo in the links thread.

I ain't recapping anything else this month.

Sits reading

Looks in

DIABOLICAL PENIS!

There, I stole two words from Dylan at once.

On to sidewalk

Pours coffee

#r-ncmisc The sixth anniversary of The Last Fenix.

Badlands
Four hours. That's how long it takes him this time. He told them stories. Remembering old ones. Sharing new ones. And he told them the REAL tale of El Destructor, even though he knows they'd never believe it.

Echo rubs the gloved heel of his hand down the sides of cheeks. Wiping away whatever salted flakes of tear-dusted mud may have hardened there.

With his right hand, he reaches down to gather up a handful of sand and dirt. Leaning forward to slowly sprinkle it over each of the seven filled shot glasses.

"Hasta que vuelva al polvo... y el viento me lleve a casa."

Then he'll see all of them again.

Echo stands up. Leaving the bottle open at the base of the rock. Along with the seven full shot glasses on top of it. The old ones were always gone when he showed up a year later. Odd that.

"Descanse en paz, mis manos y manas. Te quiero todo."

He blinks a few times. Sniffs a few more before turning around and walking back to his motorcycle. Not a single drop of the tequila entered his system tonight. He always left it all for them.

Throwing his leg over the bike and starting it up. Leaning against the handlebars for a moment while he looks up at the night sky one last time.

A shooting star. The angle of the streak pointed it in the direction of the horizon he was watching most of the night. It was a lovely coincidence. Echo knows the non-supernatural nature of science...but it makes him smile anyway.

Echo turns the bike around, pointing the front wheel back towards the neon monstrosity that was Night City in the distance. And rides off towards home.

Hasta el año que viene.

(l/p)