There's a chance that razzle dazzle disappearing act won't surprise her one day, but it's not today. In tandem with the line she was drawing allllll the way across the table, he vanishes as she reaches the end of her mark and she raises her head up to see-
To hear?
Clattering that make her wonder if he sensed danger and that Ah, shit was more of a warning than a statement. She scurries under the table again, like a mouse scattering at a sudden noise, and stands back up when she reaches the other side, eyeing the backroom.
Not that it matters, because he's reappeared again with-
A drink? Two drinks? Cups that are a bit fuller than they should be, so she raises both of her hands to act as an umbrella over his very important manapool equations. Just as extra insurance.
And the payoff is huge, when she pulls her hand shield away to grab the drink and take a sip of the delicious goodness within. She'll never get tired of that sweet coconut taste and her delight is written all over her face. And look, she can be some kind of company-that's her one talent and she moves to sit on the ground directly beside his chair, drinking her dope ass coconut water, while she continues drawing a bunch of bright yellow numbers all over the ground. The square root of 5 is divided by a line of cats to equal the moon, didn't he know that? Well, he will now, if he looks down.
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To hear?
Clattering that make her wonder if he sensed danger and that Ah, shit was more of a warning than a statement. She scurries under the table again, like a mouse scattering at a sudden noise, and stands back up when she reaches the other side, eyeing the backroom.
Not that it matters, because he's reappeared again with-
A drink? Two drinks? Cups that are a bit fuller than they should be, so she raises both of her hands to act as an umbrella over his very important manapool equations. Just as extra insurance.
And the payoff is huge, when she pulls her hand shield away to grab the drink and take a sip of the delicious goodness within. She'll never get tired of that sweet coconut taste and her delight is written all over her face. And look, she can be some kind of company-that's her one talent and she moves to sit on the ground directly beside his chair, drinking her dope ass coconut water, while she continues drawing a bunch of bright yellow numbers all over the ground. The square root of 5 is divided by a line of cats to equal the moon, didn't he know that? Well, he will now, if he looks down.