[ For him, it hasn’t been long at all. Exactly the length of one insane, debauched party since he last saw her. Since he brushed his fingers gently through her hair, bid her farewell, and had his own arm surgically grafted onto that foolish boy’s body. Did he survive? Did any of them? She’s here, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
He thinks on all of this as he reaches for a banana and starts slicing it. This routine is easier than asking what he actually wants to know. ]
There is tea. I couldn’t say whether it’s up to your standards.
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He thinks on all of this as he reaches for a banana and starts slicing it. This routine is easier than asking what he actually wants to know. ]
There is tea. I couldn’t say whether it’s up to your standards.