So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam was embarrassed enough to have asked what he did; Milo's clearly amused response and gaze made him positively mortified. "...Oh. Um, I see. I don't even know where I'd start doing things like that." It was true; he'd never really known where people went to do things like find other people or kiss them. Probably parties, he supposed, but for Sam parties were just a form of torture.
At least Longheat was a pleasingly non-embarrassing topic to discuss. "That's almost poetic: are you much of a reader? I used to own a book shop in the Grounds...I used to be in a guild that found new information for research as well." A dark storm passed over Sam's face as he thought of his missing friend and the Atheneum, which was now presumably far emptier. "...I taught someone to read too, once, but...she died."
At least Longheat was a pleasingly non-embarrassing topic to discuss. "That's almost poetic: are you much of a reader? I used to own a book shop in the Grounds...I used to be in a guild that found new information for research as well." A dark storm passed over Sam's face as he thought of his missing friend and the Atheneum, which was now presumably far emptier. "...I taught someone to read too, once, but...she died."
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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