"Got him back?" Roger echoed, and he rose to his full height, looking right and then left to see if Angua was on his tail or there was someone else seeing this incoherence. He looked both ways once again and realized how the paths met, how they were standing in the middle of what could only be described as a crossroads.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Roger's voice came demanding as he knelt above the shallow hole and pawed the raw leaves back up and tossed them away, very quickly to face Dean again. "You can't do that!"
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Date: 2009-07-19 09:44 pm (UTC)"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Roger's voice came demanding as he knelt above the shallow hole and pawed the raw leaves back up and tossed them away, very quickly to face Dean again. "You can't do that!"