Memo
He/him
28
August 26
Spikemuth, Galar Region
Homosexual
Ranger Captain
Elite Ranger
it gets lonely in this gangster's paradise
by the dawn [s, c]
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 3:43:50 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] Alex didn’t seem to notice his fight of conscience. That was fine. He preferred it that way, actually.
He watched with interest as Alex dug into his pocket and produced an iridescent, flashing stone, setting it on the table. Faint waves of light-- or vapor?-- rolled off of it, like breath in the cold.
Memo squinted at it. He scooched his chair back from the island and crouched to eye level.
“It’s like the one I have for Shivani,” he said, sitting up and looking at Alex. Then he frowned. “Wait, back up. When did you get this? What do you mean, where Dune became a reality?”
He knew he wasn’t privy to every single one of Alex’s adventures, and he wasn’t trying to be-- but he did like to think that the other man would have at least mentioned he was going fucking dimension hopping. Especially because-- well, they'd worked on the drum thing together, right!?
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