⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i⠀ start⠀ the ⠀ day ⠀𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ and ⠀ end ⠀ with ⠀ the ⠀𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 ⠀⠀⠀⠀that ⠀ i’m ⠀ 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌⠀ for ⠀ the ⠀ 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 ⠀

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┌────── ∘°❉°∘ ──────┐ ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ❄ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵 └────── °∘❉∘° ──────┘

He returns to the Crow Club and finds his staff slacking. They need to be taught the meaning of discipline again.

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An awful morning.

Rubinov. Good taste.

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Hardly. There is wisdom to be found in his poetry, that is all. It isn't often he finds someone who could quote it by heart.

Filling up a shot glass full to the brim, briskly tossing it into his mouth. And another one. And another one.

He's 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. One more.

Setting the last glass on the table, glaring daggers at her. What business, Zenik?

He's not alone. There's an entire club full of people willing to spend their money on liquor and gambling chips all lined up to accompany him. Be his guest. Money is money—hers would line up his coffers just fine.

He was talking more 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. Most people fail to seek lessons in something seemingly trivial as poetry. Since? Since 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯?

Getting sick from mere liquor is a 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 in the Barrel. She won't find it in him.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WE⠀⠀ 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵⠀⠀⠀TO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HOLD ⠀OUR ⠀HEADS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀ ⠀⠀AS⠀IF ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WE⠀WEAR⠀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀THE⠀⠀𝐈𝐂𝐄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DOES⠀NOT⠀𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬. ⠀⠀

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