We could do with a bit of lava up here. It would take care of the mold.
[ Her eyes linger on the tension in his smile. At least they’re both in a mood, however quickly the reasons diverge. Elves, then, but which ones? Something to listen for. ]
Dreaming is a crock of shit.
[ She shifts up slightly, the better to lean against a shelf and behold his woebegone, laughing form, ]
It’s just hallucinating four or five hours, [ Sure, that’s how much you're supposed to sleep. ] While abstract concepts try to possess you. Same as dodgy mushrooms.
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We could do with a bit of lava up here. It would take care of the mold.
[ Her eyes linger on the tension in his smile. At least they’re both in a mood, however quickly the reasons diverge. Elves, then, but which ones? Something to listen for. ]
Dreaming is a crock of shit.
[ She shifts up slightly, the better to lean against a shelf and behold his woebegone, laughing form, ]
It’s just hallucinating four or five hours, [ Sure, that’s how much you're supposed to sleep. ] While abstract concepts try to possess you. Same as dodgy mushrooms.
[ But, wait a moment, she's realized — eyes narrowing — ]
— Where are your nugs?
[ Maybe they can drink to them. ]