Birkin knocked on the door. The creepy ambiance of Death City didn't really bother him that much; he was used to creepy. If anything, he felt more in his element here than at home. The most frightening part about this trip was that he was, essentially, getting drunk with himself. And he knew himself well enough to know he'd be taking full advantage of the situation. Between "clutches" and "cute", Birkin decided maybe water would be a safer bet than anything else... But then, no man grieving his best friend's death would opt for water and he couldn't afford blowing his cover. Damn it.
He stared over his shoulder at the moon, quite literally, smiling down on him before turning back to Stein's house. Birkin had to admit, this place was a little creepy even by his standards.
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Date: 2009-06-18 04:02 am (UTC)He stared over his shoulder at the moon, quite literally, smiling down on him before turning back to Stein's house. Birkin had to admit, this place was a little creepy even by his standards.