12h
*comes out of like completely vanishing for like a month*
I strive for bread
-wilson (hiiiiii sorry I didn't know how to start off lol)
”I’m rather sure we have some up-deck, no clue why. Come along.”
[he started heading up-deck whilst waiting for Wilson to follow. Once they reached the deck, he got bread from a small compartment in his office. It was a bit old, but nothing more than three days, at least from what it appeared to look like.]
“Here you go, suit yourself.”
[he was a little slouched over ever since the morning today, more sluggish as well. He’d slept yet somehow, he still looked tired. His hair was brushed but still looked like a pink mess— a tuft, per se. He was also a bit… softer, in a way.]
(heh, I’m so eloquent.)
