[Xellos again made a thoughtful sound before petering off into noisy slurps, the last of his slushy drink, his nose crinkling not at the dissatisfaction of his treat being gone, but the fact that the surge of good cheer is smacking him in the face like a bad smell.
he sets the cup down on the ground, keen on just leaving it there because who cares, rolling his shoulders and stepping away from the wall. there shall be no rest for the wicked!]
I may just look forward to that. But there's plenty enough to look to right now.
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he sets the cup down on the ground, keen on just leaving it there because who cares, rolling his shoulders and stepping away from the wall. there shall be no rest for the wicked!]
I may just look forward to that. But there's plenty enough to look to right now.