"It has not been. . ." Give him a tick.
He looks at the clock and does see how long it's been. He rather not admit that he's wrong either.
"Right, well, it is something Tragic Mick had found. Have been trying to translate it."
He doesn't need to look up to know Charles is behind him trying to look. It's as if he just knows the other for so long, he knows what this feels like.
"Yes?"
[ Peeking down at the writings on the table from over @1916Ghost's shoulder ]
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we were friends that spoke like lovers and that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another.
Icarus.xn--gv8h
If I had a nickel for every time I had to explain the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, I would have two nickels. I don't like this game.
1. To a man named Charles
2. To my friend who is very Charles coded
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