Trust me. You may feel like shit, but you never look it.
Takeout and monster coffee it is. Give me an hour.
[ It ends up being more like an hour fifteen, but Corwin really didn't want to push himself for a hellride, and he had to swap the horse for a car in an adjacent Shadow before stopping to pick up the food and beverages. But, an hour and fifteen minutes later, there he is, ringing her bell. ]
no subject
Takeout and monster coffee it is. Give me an hour.
[ It ends up being more like an hour fifteen, but Corwin really didn't want to push himself for a hellride, and he had to swap the horse for a car in an adjacent Shadow before stopping to pick up the food and beverages. But, an hour and fifteen minutes later, there he is, ringing her bell. ]