[Till is passing by, sketchbook under his arm as he tries not to vibrate into nonexistence…when he hears a familiar voice that causes him to come to a stop.
Look up.
…]
…do I have to? I’m not exactly on the clock right now…
[Till will never learn to respect his elders, turns out.]
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Look up.
…]
…do I have to? I’m not exactly on the clock right now…
[Till will never learn to respect his elders, turns out.]