Voice Test: no spoilers

[finefuckery]

[ There is a man in your bedroom! Or your kitchen, or just somewhere that is yours really. He is dressed head to toe in highly functional black leather, and has an incredible greying mane. He smells like sweat and the sea, and inexplicably of... lavender?

And he's touching things. He's touching everything. Just casually picking up trinkets and turning them over in his hands. ]

Now this? This is neat. This is cool. What do you call this?

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[finefuckery]

Oh, this and that.

[ taking the tea :> ]

Cheers, mate.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ DIMLY FRUSTRATED NOISE, but lifts his own mug. ]

Cheers, then. Fine.

[ SIPS ]

Well, unless Helen decides to take you back, I'm afraid you're likely stuck here for a while.

[finefuckery]

In London? Fuckin wild.

[curriculum_fictae]

Very much so. But I can at least likely find you a hostel or something.

[finefuckery]

Oh, you mean a while. Huh.

[curriculum_fictae]

Well, yes. I'm not sure how to get to Nassau from here.