it's epic, man

[pushingmetaphor]

FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN DAYS AGO, more or less, nextian had an idea. The world will little note, nor long remember the way that school, work, heat waves, cold snaps, car trouble, assholes, and weekdays are getting us all down. But it cannot forget the awesome we do for each other. I hereby consecrate this ground to 1860s facial hair and the

FIFTEEN MINUTE

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[nextian]

Nahia glances up to see Oliver Wolf tugging someone in by the right hand, past the various entanglements at the tables and then past her. "We want a room," Wolf says, breathless, his accent pitched as high as it will social-climb. "And, eh, her, my usual. Quick." He laughs (something inaudible close to the man's ear); she winds through the tables, delivers him his drink.

"Isn't she pretty," Wolf demands, taking elaborate hold of her shoulders. His fingers splay across her lock. "Isn't she? Oh, stop looking so terrible and bland, I promise I'll pay you attention too, Gravenor.Gravenor does not sulk

[unravels]

OMG Wolf/Nacio. You did it! Gravenor, ahahahaha. :D Wolf is such an idiot. *loves*