zephyr
Tomorrow you're going into the Fingers. Or, as much as tomorrow exists when days cease to dawn and time becomes a swimming, amorphous thing as difficult to pin down as the sea. It's simultaneously delightful and disgusting, and it inevitably leaves you with your head swimming and your stomach upset and you wondering why the fuck you made half of your choices.
You're hoping to avoid that until after the expedition- as much as possible, anyway. It's a little too late, but whatever. You've just woken up from a nap (the only form of sleep you get this week, really) and now you're walking into town, trying to clean the cobwebs from your head and stretch your legs and avoid the still raging parties. You're passing the newly minted Halenani when you spot a young man peering in the windows, with a balcony of girls in the upper floor watching and giggling quietly. You ought to go on your way, but...
"Oi, lad- you gonna' buy, or just ogle? 'Cus right now th'merchandise's oglin' you."
You're hoping to avoid that until after the expedition- as much as possible, anyway. It's a little too late, but whatever. You've just woken up from a nap (the only form of sleep you get this week, really) and now you're walking into town, trying to clean the cobwebs from your head and stretch your legs and avoid the still raging parties. You're passing the newly minted Halenani when you spot a young man peering in the windows, with a balcony of girls in the upper floor watching and giggling quietly. You ought to go on your way, but...
"Oi, lad- you gonna' buy, or just ogle? 'Cus right now th'merchandise's oglin' you."
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
