Forty-fifth Night [voice]

[space_ripper]

Hm. Books. New ones. Brilliant, something to keep me occupied for a little while.

[Private to Hol Horse//unhackable]

Come back to the warehouse. Now.

Comments

[Private//unhackable]

[emperor_cowboy]

What?

So soon?... but I was just going to...

... alright.

[Private//unhackable]

[space_ripper]

...

I'm shocked you didn't protest more.

[Private//unhackable]

[emperor_cowboy]

I'll get there when I get there.

[Private//unhackable]

[space_ripper]

Should I arrange an escort?

[the_icey_void]

Shall I prepare your reading chair, Lord Dio?

[space_ripper]

Yes, please.

[the_icey_void]

As you wish.

[space_ripper]

Thank you, Ice.

[soul_similar]

[There's the sound of crinkling.]

... Are books really that much fun?

[space_ripper]

Reading is something I've always taken a great pleasure in.

[soul_similar]

Hmm...

[...]

I used to see Jedah with books, too.

[space_ripper]

Did you?

...Books were the only refuge I had as a child.