Waistcoats & Weaponry
“He was smoking his awful cob pipe and staring into the moonlit night.
“My turn,” she said. “How’s everything been?”
“Quiet as a dry boiler.” Soap knocked out his pipe; he knew she disliked the habit.
“Bumbersnoot?”
“Sleeping it off.”
“Monique?” They turned to look at the blonde’s slumbering form.
“That one. Why’d we not dump her from the train when we had the chance?”
“There’s still time.”
Soap snorted. He jumped down from the cab. The crunch of his landing on the railway stones was awfully lou...d.
“Beautiful moon,” he said as it appeared from between rain clouds. “Don’t see much of it down in engineering on the airship.”
“Hope any local werewolves are locked away.” Sophronia was thinking of Captain Niall and the dewan. Where were the two werewolves holed up while they battled moon-madness? She fervently hoped it was secure and silver coated. She’d encountered Captain Niall moon-mad once, and lost her best petticoat to salivating jaws.MoreLess
“My turn,” she said. “How’s everything been?”
“Quiet as a dry boiler.” Soap knocked out his pipe; he knew she disliked the habit.
“Bumbersnoot?”
“Sleeping it off.”
“Monique?” They turned to look at the blonde’s slumbering form.
“That one. Why’d we not dump her from the train when we had the chance?”
“There’s still time.”
Soap snorted. He jumped down from the cab. The crunch of his landing on the railway stones was awfully lou...d.
“Beautiful moon,” he said as it appeared from between rain clouds. “Don’t see much of it down in engineering on the airship.”
“Hope any local werewolves are locked away.” Sophronia was thinking of Captain Niall and the dewan. Where were the two werewolves holed up while they battled moon-madness? She fervently hoped it was secure and silver coated. She’d encountered Captain Niall moon-mad once, and lost her best petticoat to salivating jaws.MoreLess
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