*sitting in the library on a plush couch, reading a poetry book Papa Terzo recommended me by the fire place with a thick blanket and a nice cup of tea on a side table. i get so lost in the book that when i finally go to take a sip of the tea, i find it's gone cold. I whine before pulling my phone out of my pocket*
to: @a-nameless-ghoul-dewdrop
dewwwww can you come to the west wing library?










