He shook his head at Avalon being all Like That. Okay, so it's the martyr card now. Or maybe it always was. Skip that. It's alll about the kegs. Powder kegs, man. And not the Bonnie Tyler kind. Everyone, making words. Calling names. Words about other words. Pretty soon, people would start talking about who left the empty milk carton in the fridge.
For the Threats? Milk perp was him. Because full garbage can.
And maybe this was like that. The garbage cans were all full. Like pulling the last slot of the night to go on stage, when there's nothing left but angry and depresses drunks and desperate singles. When every single clap, laugh, and smile has Left The Building. Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting... Sacramento!
Somehow, he'd managed front row at the word-making. Nous was sneaky. Leo? Still cray cray. And getting called out by Tinks. Tinks made many words. Side note? He liked most of the people in her crew.
And Zoey. Zoey!
Herald? He could see it. Not so much for him. Because hi-pro. Still? Be interesting to see if the old guard did the lock step and how New!Hierarch would deal. Most importantly? A Herald. Because Bucket List. But, yeah. He needed to bow out before people expected him to Say Things standing with all these other people Making Words.
He half back-stepped-side-stepped-electric-slided his way out of the caucus to Asp and Avis.
"You two come here often? Got any plans for later?"
Super quiet, yo. Because everything is a little better with funny.


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