[ He hangs up and hauls the dummy underarm, the poor thing resewn and patched up so many times that it only ever manages to get impossibly uglier. But it's been a faithful pincushion, so how could he replace it? It's worth the effort fixing it back up because... he loves ya, Sir Wallop. Every arrow is a love letter from his heart.
It only takes him a moment to set the good sir on the familiar busted and pockmarked wooden door at the promised spot. He sits on the floor and waits for Noire there, forehead to his knees. Fatigue gnaws at him, but sleep is impossible. ]
wow they are almost neighbors did you know this
[ He hangs up and hauls the dummy underarm, the poor thing resewn and patched up so many times that it only ever manages to get impossibly uglier. But it's been a faithful pincushion, so how could he replace it? It's worth the effort fixing it back up because... he loves ya, Sir Wallop. Every arrow is a love letter from his heart.
It only takes him a moment to set the good sir on the familiar busted and pockmarked wooden door at the promised spot. He sits on the floor and waits for Noire there, forehead to his knees. Fatigue gnaws at him, but sleep is impossible. ]