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Aight, my restraint is dead, gimme a spot please

Baba tipped their head thoughtfully. “Donald said it was some soo-doh-magee-cosmo… something. Baba thinks… but how can Baba think? Now mermaids are real, and outer space is real. Now Baba ...

"Son, of a bitch," Boris whispered vacantly, upon recognising Kartiel from a short distance. "Son of a bitch," he repeated experimentally. "He actually came." _________ Why did Kartiel feel the ...

Adrid is a tall, skinny, muscular woman with dark brown skin, slanted eyes, a pointed nose and short shaggy black hair that gets in her eyes. Said eyes are usually ...

“Baba saw hundreds who looked like Levi." Baba asserted. "They were all there with him. But Baba never heard him speak, Baba can’t say for sure that any of them ...

Baba sat and thought, hugging their knees, eerily still, object-like on the outside. In lieu of facial expressions, Baba would often bob their head or gesture with their hands when ...

“How about just a little glide, to start with?” Peter suggested. Baba shook their head. “I think she needs to sit, and be quiet for a moment.” So Peter and ...

Boris, almost vacant, beyond spent, had nothing to add to the situation, save one bewildered whisper. "...son of a bitch."

It went against everything the city had taught him. Boris' treachery was up in the air, and none of the appropriate measures, i.e, shooting, butchering, or otherwise throwing to the ...

Baba flew down to Lira, calling her name. “Lira! Is Lira hurt?” Peter landed softly beside them. “I think she looks okay.” “But- but she’s leaking,” Baba replied, confused. Baba ...

“Sure, I can show ya!” Peter said, but then he paused- he’d been flying since forever, but he rarely ever had to describe it. In the end he settled on, ...

Broma Bella 70 Days B.N.D "-And he takes the bowstring from the bow, right, the cursed bow, and he strings his harp with it.” Broma recounted incredulously. When her accompanying ...

Boris squinted, on Bo's behalf. "If a wraith of higher station took us from you, there'd be little you could do about it. It's senseless to send out the entire ...

Boris almost laughed. He'd expected some resistance, but more of the 'I remember what happened last time you offered to scout for us' variety. "Bo, I'm not dying in a ...

"I'll go out." said Boris, voice scratchy, but serious as ever. "Let me go. I'll scout the corridor ahead. If you hear shouting, don't follow."