Date: 2024-09-19 11:26 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (face{ listening)
Ill, uh—I’ll come to you. I’ll even bring a present, something you’ll like.

[He can’t help but smile a little, glancing at the small jar of golden liquid on his counter, and it’s audible in his voice.]

Maybe see if you can snag a couple biscuits from the kitchen. Not sure I’ll be able to eat, but I’ll try. And you’ll want one.

See you soon?
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