[ Holy shit fruit didn't always have faces, did it? Rhys nearly groans in misery when this realization hits him, and now he really is looking around the area in a fit of paranoia, as if whatever's causing this is keeping tabs on him, waiting for the moment he realizes he knows like it's some sort of conspiracy to keep it covered up.
Instead a woman with a stroller gives him a vaguely wary look as she moves past him because Rhys looks like he is definitely freaking out a little.
Suddenly shots don't seem like that bad of an idea. ]
Yeah...yeah, okay. That's. Let's do that.
[ Rhys needs answers to questions he doesn't want to ask and apparently, of all the random chances, the guy who apparently claims his cats as dependants on his tax forms is going to be the one to give them to him.
Today is just all kinds of suck isn't it. ]
Where should we...? [ Go and drink-slash-talk this out ]
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Instead a woman with a stroller gives him a vaguely wary look as she moves past him because Rhys looks like he is definitely freaking out a little.
Suddenly shots don't seem like that bad of an idea. ]
Yeah...yeah, okay. That's. Let's do that.
[ Rhys needs answers to questions he doesn't want to ask and apparently, of all the random chances, the guy who apparently claims his cats as dependants on his tax forms is going to be the one to give them to him.
Today is just all kinds of suck isn't it. ]
Where should we...? [ Go and drink-slash-talk this out ]