LAWT #8 ~ Engage [Encounter Pt.2]
He said, tugging on the jacket's sleeve. stray shrugged, slipping the leather off and casually handing it over before continuing on his way. alex held the jacket up, looking it over for his own curiosity.
Coqui's Opera
. ^\_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the opera house was slowly filling up, as a red panda stood in the balcony seats, fiddling idly with his jacket.
Chapter 1, the villain within
"well i'd rather show up in your jacket than have it look like..." she paused as she aligned the zipper and closed herself into the jacket.
I had this dream
Was that it was a jacket. a bomber jacket. using the last of my strength to walk towards it, i finally collapse to my knees. the pebbles and twigs in the dirt dig themselves into my fur, threatening to tear the skin, but that doesn't matter.
Part 9
"i think i left your jacket back at the gym." "actually, it's with me." i stopped. "really?" he took his jacket out from his backpack. "i think it fell out from your locker. i brought it with me just in case."
Mending the Broken: Chapter Nine
There's still the jacket in there..."
Breathing Walls
The walls take one last gulp of air as this person reaches into his jacket, which looks far more like a robe. it is a jacket though, not because it looks like a jacket but because this person, this man, says it is.
After School
"o-oh its been like this since the start of school" he said curled into a ball with no jacket on. "are you cold?" i asked him as i took of my jacket and gave it to him. "no im not t-that cold" he said shivering.
Meeting Love - Chapter 4
I slip my jacket off and hang it on the hooks, which are drilled into back of the pantry door. after letting my jacket rest on the metal hooks, i turn to face the bundle of fluff with a smile, helping him slip his jacket from his arms.
Persistent obsessions
Bruce walked to the drawers with some trousers, alex then turned to the bed and noticed his jackets, "fucking hell mate, how many leather jackets you got?!"
So Drop Your Gun - Prologue - Part 2
That what he would give me would be a jacket and a gun..._ a jacket innocently wrapped around a kid dwarfed by it, instrument of death forgotten in its pocket... _a jacket, a gun. a wing and a prayer.
Warm Up - 17 | Gut Feeling
He pulled one from the rack and peeled off its cloth-cover, revealing a leather jacket made of alpha human skin. it was appalling, seeing a caricature of multiple skins sewn into one jacket too small for him.