SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
Sam turned his head at the word 'grave', wanting to ask more, but then the burn of the slime on his fingers became apparent. "Ah!" He snatched his hand back, no pain but then sensation of his skin becoming loose more than enough to put him off touching the walls again.
Thankfully Wessex was able to read it out; a little embarrassed, Sam put the spectacles back in his pocket and listened. It certainly wasn't what he was expecting to hear and all he could do was shrug at Wessex's question - he had too, but maybe there had been days where the Prince was more capable of romance. Or hell, maybe someone was into the slimy farting greaseball thing.
"...Well...that sounds like a memorial, so one would assume Tallulah is..." He looked down the cave, to where Sunjata said the grave lay. "I don't want to desecrate anyones remains, especially not anyone special to the Prince. Let's go look at the grave." That said, he walked to the end of the path.
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Sam assumes Tallulah is buried in the grave and goes to check it out.
Thankfully Wessex was able to read it out; a little embarrassed, Sam put the spectacles back in his pocket and listened. It certainly wasn't what he was expecting to hear and all he could do was shrug at Wessex's question - he had too, but maybe there had been days where the Prince was more capable of romance. Or hell, maybe someone was into the slimy farting greaseball thing.
"...Well...that sounds like a memorial, so one would assume Tallulah is..." He looked down the cave, to where Sunjata said the grave lay. "I don't want to desecrate anyones remains, especially not anyone special to the Prince. Let's go look at the grave." That said, he walked to the end of the path.
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Sam assumes Tallulah is buried in the grave and goes to check it out.
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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