"FUUUUUCK, IF THAT AIN'T SOUNDING LIKE SOME MIRACLES RIGHT NOW," He drawls. Sweets. Goddamn he loved sweets. Was one of the best things about this place, all the fish he didn't have to catch, all the sweetness he didn't have to barter for. Chocolate and gummies and crickets by the motherfucking bag. So damn good.
When he gets back. Mirth, there were so many things now going on that last of When returns is the haps. It just kept growing and growing and he wonders to himself why he didn't do it all sooner. He wonders if he should give up having a list at all.
Because it's things like that question that erase the youth from his expression and pull back on his sweeps. It builds up the subjugglator all over again and there's nothing he can, or should do to fight it.
They need a leader, he reminds himself. Very seriously he says, "Shouldn't be long now. MUCH LONGER AND WE'LL LOST AT ON OUR TIME. Ain't got no intention for doing that."
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When he gets back. Mirth, there were so many things now going on that last of When returns is the haps. It just kept growing and growing and he wonders to himself why he didn't do it all sooner. He wonders if he should give up having a list at all.
Because it's things like that question that erase the youth from his expression and pull back on his sweeps. It builds up the subjugglator all over again and there's nothing he can, or should do to fight it.
They need a leader, he reminds himself. Very seriously he says, "Shouldn't be long now. MUCH LONGER AND WE'LL LOST AT ON OUR TIME. Ain't got no intention for doing that."