"Where are they?"
John smirked.
George's mouth curled into a frown. "Where are they, John?"
John chuckled. "Peace, min lýtling hrēaþemūs! I have not 'armed them. Yer acolyte, my Kitty, joins my other darlings in deep slumber."
"Natural or induced?"
"Induced, though it's been a very busy day."
George nodded in understanding more than approval. "Right. Well, Paul brought supper."
"Gear. Let's eat!"
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Kitty's Keeper/No Clean Blades
FanfictionWhen the band steps out again, John volunteers to watch George's acolyte. And when the band steps out a third time, Paul volunteers to watch George's acolyte. WARNING: language, fantasy violence, gore, occult themes & imagery #2 in throughthelooking...
