[ Bold (or fatalistic) enough to have fanned himself in the periphery of Fitcher’s wining and dining, Silas has fallen into step with her in the night. Thot weaves across the cobbles ahead of them, abuzz with the stink of city vermin. ]
We’ve just come upon one in a bog I have my eye on.
[ As a matter of fact. He’s only just now slotting the fan away on his person. Bonus booty. ]
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Date: 2022-03-15 05:25 am (UTC)We’ve just come upon one in a bog I have my eye on.
[ As a matter of fact. He’s only just now slotting the fan away on his person. Bonus booty. ]
She’s masquerading as a cavalier.