It would not be a secret that you were one of his favorites. The fledglings he took care of.
Somebody, idiotic enough not to acknowledge that fact was either going to lose their head, or their soul.
It would not be a secret that you were one of his favorites. The fledglings he took care of.
Somebody, idiotic enough not to acknowledge that fact was either going to lose their head, or their soul.
“It has been quite long since we last conversed, have we not?”
The small devil would smile. He waving his hands lazily. His clothes were windswept. A white cape on his usual suit. And a suitcase tagging in the are behind.
“How have you been?”
He muttered. Then asked.
“How have you been?”
He muttered. Then asked.
“How have you been?”
Maybe you would realize the way he was windswept, and several suit cases floating behind.
“I did not know it would be two months. It was a month for me. Or a bit less.
Maybe you would realize the way he was windswept, and several suit cases floating behind.
“I did not know it would be two months. It was a month for me. Or a bit less.
You never know, and probably would be better off without the knowledge of what it's made."
You never know, and probably would be better off without the knowledge of what it's made."