[ Crais didn’t mention that. No reason to. Not like it’s any of Ephemera’s fucking business what Crais does. Ephemera twitches. Doesn’t bother denying it. He’s come home fucked up to Drake more than once. That needed to be explained. And then after, with Crais -
Hah. An attempt to make sense of it, he supposes. Or some small price of it. ]
no subject
Hah. An attempt to make sense of it, he supposes. Or some small price of it. ]
My petty mean girl ass has better things to do.
[ Ephemera cocks his head. ]
You were a threat in proximity.
[ Were. A misstep, perhaps. ]