Their claw falls beneath his touch, as though his hand weighs as much as the Spire, pinning it down.
Their head tilts, peering between Greenhorn and Lemm, uncomprehending what that look meant. The former drifts up to nudge the sign into swinging, sweeping backward in alarm when the metal squeaks.
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Date: 2023-04-25 07:22 pm (UTC)Their head tilts, peering between Greenhorn and Lemm, uncomprehending what that look meant. The former drifts up to nudge the sign into swinging, sweeping backward in alarm when the metal squeaks.
APOLOGIES
STILL.
NO
MORE
OF
THAT.