The moment the stranger opened the door everything felt off. Not from the individual himself, but the notion of something wrong. The youth glanced down at the paper. Then back at the unfamiliar individual. Back at the paper again. Then towards the road to the right of him, staring at the doorway of the place the message was meant to be sent to. The confirmation of his confusion, and thereby foolishness, came on the inquiry, the statement, and Erebos began to feel his cheeks redden. “Oh, uh, my mistake!” Grimacing, pretending, he held the missive and address up as if that would fix and mend things. “You’re not Mr. Hornblitz,” clearly.
He probably would’ve kept right on going, but his eye caught a fluffy tail, and a series of motions left him peering inward (including far too much boldness and a lack of shy complexities), Orsino at his heels, Zuriel trying to pry him away by the back of his jacket. “Cool cat!”
He probably would’ve kept right on going, but his eye caught a fluffy tail, and a series of motions left him peering inward (including far too much boldness and a lack of shy complexities), Orsino at his heels, Zuriel trying to pry him away by the back of his jacket. “Cool cat!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
