[ Lucky for Miles, at least, that he landed on top; if she'd landed on top of him, he'd surely have broken something. Again. (He's so goddamn tired of breaking things here, it's getting ridiculous.) Off goes the link with what is getting to be an unpleasant snapping sensation. Miles barely manages to brace against the ground to keep from landing face first. It's awkward enough ending up more or less in her arms on the ground. ]
--Kitty? What the hell are you doing in my Da's room?
[ The words fly out of his mouth without a single thought. All their precious lies unraveled in a single instant. ]
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--Kitty? What the hell are you doing in my Da's room?
[ The words fly out of his mouth without a single thought. All their precious lies unraveled in a single instant. ]