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Funerary Rites 37: Throw in (a) Towel
Jan. 16th, 2019 07:34 pm🔑
Senga was sitting between her friends, eating the same pizza they ater every week, soaking up the warmth of people who understood her - at least, who understood everything she had been that didn’t involve this house and -
and
“Chitter?”
“Yeah, Sang?”
“… Did Erramun go to talk to the cook in a towel?”
“Yes, yes he did.”
“Well.  Do you think I should rescue him?”
“Senga, he’s an assassin, he’s older than you, and he’s a tough man.  I’m sure he can take care of-”
“This is the Monmartin family staff, though,” Ezer cut in.
“-you should go rescue him.”
read on…
Senga was sitting between her friends, eating the same pizza they ater every week, soaking up the warmth of people who understood her - at least, who understood everything she had been that didn’t involve this house and -
and
“Chitter?”
“Yeah, Sang?”
“… Did Erramun go to talk to the cook in a towel?”
“Yes, yes he did.”
“Well.  Do you think I should rescue him?”
“Senga, he’s an assassin, he’s older than you, and he’s a tough man.  I’m sure he can take care of-”
“This is the Monmartin family staff, though,” Ezer cut in.
“-you should go rescue him.”
read on…
