Thank you. [Sindri looks away, the shorter man falling quiet as his fit of rage dies down to his true energy level: exhaustion. His voice won't be raised again, until tomorrow. Patienrly waiting, he says nothing more.]

[Glancing at the key, a relieved sense removed the tension from his body. Once released, he oh-so happily moves away and rubs his wrist.] Eugh... thanks, erm.. Sylvain.

[Tilting his head slightly as his singular eye looks over the other, he sighs and turns.] Goodnight. [With that, he heads off.]

My head is killing me... where are those herbs?

// slowly,, im losing complete interest in sindri oops

no.

Biscuit....💧

😔

i'm going to go apeshit. [...chomps biscuit.]

I... I can't reach the cookies on the top shelf still.

I cracked someone's skull today and it felt okay, sure, I guess.

// i am on timeskip for.a bit bcuz of ren, hi

🗡

Perish.

😐

"Peace and quiet... . . . Just how I like it."

the gays? thriving.