“Terrific.” Looking back at her from the cusp of her hoard, in the center of her lair.
His cup is empty.
So he reaches for that first, on his way to standing. He’s halfway through closing the trunk lid when he sees the letters with the blue cord, and raises it again to collect them before closing it properly. And back to the table he goes, letters deposited ahead of his reach for the bottle.
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Date: 2020-10-18 01:19 am (UTC)His cup is empty.
So he reaches for that first, on his way to standing. He’s halfway through closing the trunk lid when he sees the letters with the blue cord, and raises it again to collect them before closing it properly. And back to the table he goes, letters deposited ahead of his reach for the bottle.