"Stars of hell. I don't want-- fuck, you're right, you don't make contingency plans based on what you want to happen. Should've brought a first-aid kit when my mother crushed my hand."
Sasha drinks her tea. It only burns her tongue a little bit. "Right. Meet you outside my room, in ten? You'll need me to make the door reappear."
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Date: 2018-05-09 01:29 am (UTC)Sasha drinks her tea. It only burns her tongue a little bit. "Right. Meet you outside my room, in ten? You'll need me to make the door reappear."