Talk:Apophis/@comment-72.218.243.18-20160521015449/@comment-174.88.64.227-20160522202827

My mask being in the way, whatever covered my mouth couldn't reach it. I vaguely stare at her amethyst eyes before looking down, seeing as I'm being constricted. Sighting, I open the palm of my hand, a fey line going elsewhere. Then, suddenly, she realises that she's holding a form of concentrated SE while I'm miles away. I write a note on a small piece of paper

Note to self: commit larçon on merchant.