Dean pauses in his chewing, pulls down his piece of rabbit from his face and licks at his teeth and gums as he considers. "I...don't know. Eighty? Maybe. I quit keeping track. All I know is that I was never supposed to live this long." That just wasn't how the lifestyle worked for people like him.
He takes a more controlled bite this time, "How young are you?"
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Date: 22 Jun 2016 00:58 (UTC)He takes a more controlled bite this time, "How young are you?"