I begin to polish some already-clean glasses, just so my hands have something to do. But my mind is far, far away, reminiscing about running on the cobblestone pathways in Reed's town square with the kids of other merchant families. We're kicking a worn out ball over the uneven ground, shouting and laughing as kids do.
"Having fun?" A share voice cuts through my thoughts and anchors my mind back to reality. Standing before me is my only friend in this place, Olivia. Her tone is cold, but her lips tease the tiniest of smiles.
"As much fun as you are," I shoot back quietly. Olivia rolls her eyes, but nods in understanding. We both hate it in Cornett, but these kind of thoughts are best shared in the darkness after the patrons have retired to their billets.
Olivia leans in, to say something, but
<interrupted by soldier>
<describe Ob's physical appearance, age, their history, and why working there sucks for her>
<officer attack?>
<Cl: bruh (but also gets yelled at)>
<the dude comes out from the back and yells at soldier, banning him from the place, and then scolds Cl/Ob>
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I'm a grad student and shouldn't be online right now.
If you read this, please tell me to go work on my thesis.
I'm a grad student and shouldn't be online right now.
If you read this, please tell me to go work on my thesis.