[ he slips another berry past thorns' lips. then another. he'll keep going for as long as thorns indulges him, he's gathered more than enough by now.
still, it's nice. they have a destination of sorts—somewhere to lie low, pick up work, and let the heat of their disappearance fade, but the specifics matter less than the fact they're headed there together. he smiles to himself as he pops a berry into his own mouth. ]
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[ he slips another berry past thorns' lips. then another. he'll keep going for as long as thorns indulges him, he's gathered more than enough by now.
still, it's nice. they have a destination of sorts—somewhere to lie low, pick up work, and let the heat of their disappearance fade, but the specifics matter less than the fact they're headed there together. he smiles to himself as he pops a berry into his own mouth. ]
What are you going to do for me?