when it rains, it pours (nuns) | for thepromisehekept
Andersen was enjoying what passed as his life now; he had no commissions to work on, which made his hands just a bit itchy for something to write, but not enough for him to actually pick up a pen. The games in the rec room were tempting. He had dug into video games on the Moon Cell and found them to be... very. Very bright, very colorful, very distracting.
And as he was distracted by such thoughts, he caught a very familiar, an obnoxiously familiar scent. When he turned, he didn't see a woman so horrible that she should have only been able to exist in a fairy tale. But he did find a young man who positively reeked of said woman. He sympathized so much that it hurt, though he always hurt.
"You have my condolences. I would recommend that you avoid that woman, but circumstances make it impossible. You'll lose even than what you've already lost if you stray too close to her."
Though he was grateful that he was no longer in that position.
