remember not our faulty pieces

Basilisk chuckled low in his throat. “But it would be fun He said as she pointed out the unfairness for their poor victim. It sounded like she agreed, and he gave her a wide grin. With a groan, he rolled off her back and hit the floor.

[b] “Why not both? Lunch and camping?” He said, and when Hazel mentioned booze a gleam appeared in his eyes. “So. A melee, a hunt, camping, and booze?” he relayed back, making sure he’d gotten the full list of the events laid out before them. He was keen for all of it. It sounded like a great way to let loose, and enjoy some time with Hazel.


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