w5 curfew: take me to spurch i'll twerk like a rat at the shrine of your shirts

[messy]

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[cashouts]

No, not in my nemory, but it's been closed off for six weeks now.

[inquired]

[ saves your typo because i know you're (redacted) ]

Adrastea, I mean you no offense, but all of your memory is terribly faulty.


[ he says this like a joke at least but also ]

[cashouts]

[ no see it's a genshin thing, nemory,,,, (no) ]

I know, darling inquisitor, but in this case there's nothing even itching at a headache when I think of "a closet wall that moves like it's breathing, and a pillow made of coils of flesh."

[ DON'T JUST JOKE BACK WITH THAT KIND OF THING? ]

[inquired]

[ ew. ]

Well, thank the Flame for small mercies, I suppose. How kind of the ship not to assign anyone to sleep there.

[cashouts]

[ it was gross! "you wrote it" it was still gross! ]

And let Rex Lapis strike down whoever put that in there in the first place.

It was slow moving or stationary, depending, even when we were touching it or prodding at it with anything sharp. Small mercies continue.

[inquired]

Breathing indeed.

[ ew. ]

It does certainly suit theories... [ hm.

hmmmmmm he frowns a little deeper. ]