♊ 06 ♊ [Text//Commentlog]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

nt, keva2, *He hesitates a bit before including this last name, not that it really shows.* ii2abella, the one wiith the wiing2, meet me by the hot pool2.*Though still not fully recovered from battling with Alex--his left arm is all bandaged up he and still looks kinda exhausted--Sollux is waiting in the thermal pool area near the clothier's tower,

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[drinkuntilidie]

What's up little mon?

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Ugh, why can't you just come here.*

ii have 2omethiing two 2how you guy2.

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Why can't you just hold your horses?]

Alright I'm coming.

[And off he goes. Might as well see what the kid wants.]

[Commentlog] aka: Maddin is a lazy fucker

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux is sitting against the tower, flipping through his journal.*

((read as: lets do this in one thread :3))

[halfbrokenwings]

[Curiosity won out, and though she did not address the note directly, she approaches the hot pool. After her run in with Alex, Sycora managed to heal most all of the injuries, but thin white scars still show on Isabella's face.

She creeps into the hot springs, looking for a now familiar face.]

Sollux?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux is sitting against the tower, flipping through his journal. He looks up when Isabella nears and pulls a slip of paper out of the book.*

Hey. Sup?

[halfbrokenwings]

[A confused expression crosses her face as she approaches.]

Supper?

[Sorry, Sollux. Different time period.]

You had wanted to speak to me and others?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

Uh...no, nevermind.

I found something that might be important.