fic: Monsters (Dollhouse - Claire, Topher; PG) : comments.
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Topher talks about everything and nothing, talking just to talk, filling the room up with words and saliva and warmth. She thinks that if she had the right filters, she could see his breath, and she pulls her white coat closer around herself. Topher’s wearing a sweater because he’s packed in ice, too. All of the real people are, bundled up because of reality, while The Actives wander around like wind-up toys in yoga pants and tank tops because they don’t feel the cold.
That is AWESOME writing. :D
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