[ Sometime after the deadly showdown, after washing up to heartbreak and to Augustine's absence, God— pacing jittery circles in his house, scrubbing the bare phalanges of his fingers through his hair, gnashing his fucking teeth while Pyrrha tries to keep a leash on him— indulges in the ancient self-soothing technique of shitposting at all the friends you've lost. ]
Ford is at least back in his body again, but he still leaves John on read until he's had a chance to drag himself downstairs and put something that bears at least a passing resemblance to food in his mouth. Then, finally. ]
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cryptograms) wrote2021-09-04 07:34 pm
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So no session on Friday, then?
[ Ha ha ha.
He doesn't expect a reply. ]
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Ford is at least back in his body again, but he still leaves John on read until he's had a chance to drag himself downstairs and put something that bears at least a passing resemblance to food in his mouth. Then, finally. ]
No, there's not.
I'll tell Sayo.
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