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Open Post: A pair of gloves
Sep. 2nd, 2024 11:56 amTress was an old hand at waiting. She'd waited for Charlie for more than a year once. Having to do it twice was somewhat disheartening at times, but the mansion kind of had more to offer than the Rock had. (Not quite as much as the spore seas, but... nothing ever would.)
The first time she waited, she was the one to go out and fix it herself. (With help.)
This time, though... sometimes waiting apparently works.
There's a flash of red out of the corner of her eye as she passes a lounge. But that's not the important part. She's clearly on her way to the kitchen to cook her heart out. Charlie's here now. Tress is ecstatic.
The first time she waited, she was the one to go out and fix it herself. (With help.)
This time, though... sometimes waiting apparently works.
There's a flash of red out of the corner of her eye as she passes a lounge. But that's not the important part. She's clearly on her way to the kitchen to cook her heart out. Charlie's here now. Tress is ecstatic.
