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this was yesterdays word.
he came closer to elliot so that he was standing with him, face to face. elliot could feel his breath on his face and slightly brushed his hands against castiel's hand. the smallest but most romantic of touches.
"Whats he doing?" Miles asked in confusion. Arthur had very mercilessly ripped down a vine from the nearest tree and had began wrapping it around the smaller boys waist. Ben turned to face where Arthur and Elliot had gone. He let out a gust of air before saying, " I think he just found our way out." Ben grinned and followed in Arthurs footsteps, ripping down a vine and beckoning Miles over to him. Finally understanding Arthurs plans for escape, Miles stepped toward Ben and let him tie the vine around his own waist. Maybe they would make it out alive this time...
automatic? i cant think of a story for that! it reminds me of cars for some reason....and elevators. i hate elevators.