OOC: can i come back and play with the others now? i promise i don’t bite

. . .

my holy place is (him). and it is an abomination.

OOC: never. i died. i called out for you on the battlefield 🫡

OOC: the captain shall give you my belongings

u g h .

no. more like a nap.

i can’t. i need to finish cataloging.

harry! harry? harry. what are you doing here?

yeah. i need to catalogue the rest of my collection.

OOC: she speedran her emotions.

alright—i wish you’d call me something else. right. you can’t look with your eyes, you have to look with your hands too.

it’s not very interesting. i just go through my books.

I know what you meant, you still can’t look with your eyes. i know you stole some books from me last time you were here. they weren’t cheap books either.

you’re so lucky you’re cute, flynn. do you still have them—or did you sell them?

I’m not fortune’s fool. I’m yours.

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