@hatredgeneral || cont.
“as a matter of fact,” the redhead started, his voice growing in volume while he digs his way through his poncho to get the map back out. however, after a minute of rustling around, a sweatdrop appears on his forehead && his hands begin to pat in repeated places. after five minutes of nothing, the young bookman finally admits defeat in having lost the map by letting his hands flop to his side.
“okay, well─── kanda; there’s some good news && there’s some bad news. which one would you prefer to hear first, my good friend?”







