"Door's open, you can let yourself out," Joe offered in a low voice, not even looking up when the kid jumped off the couch. "Gotta say, though, you go out into the sun and you're gonna get yourself fried to a fucking crisp."
And that was putting it mildly. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stop the kid from bolting if he wanted to. He still didn't know what the fuck had possessed him to turn him in the first place.
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Date: 2007-10-14 09:37 pm (UTC)And that was putting it mildly. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stop the kid from bolting if he wanted to. He still didn't know what the fuck had possessed him to turn him in the first place.