“So, I gotta ask,” Zephyr started in a fake casual tone, his attention staying on the scarf he was trying to knit, the needles not wanting to cooperate, “But are you actually happy with how this registration bill turned out? Because so far all I’ve heard is people being pretty upset.” That was likely putting it mildly, but Zephyr wasn’t about to start dropping names and details. “I mean, it applies to you, too, so are you really cool with - aw, shit,” He broke off, scowling when he messed up on his scarf, the buttercream yellow yarn seemingly mocking him. @chamo-milla









