<sub>[ there's something, in the cat's eyes. and then there's nothing, as he rises to drift away.


it'll come in its time, angel devil thinks. after all, their conversation tonight nearly began with a claim that Akrinak felt he'd spilled too much of himself, too fast. ]</sub>

Tomorrow, soon enough~. Maybe I'll bust out Shadow Fiend's old chicory stash, if I'm feeling too groggy before our little adventure.