 Crashing! *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Life was good.
It had been a very long time since Adam could say that. His eyesight still sucked, but his hair was its natural black. Both eyebrows were intact, and he wasn’t sporting an odd smell because he hadn’t had a potion explode on him in a while. He’d also made it in and out of the food court without having a panic attack, something he hadn’t been able to do in years.
With nothing pressing to do in the Love Chamber, Adam thought he’d bring Laurel a cup of coffee and catch up with her. He hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to her much at orientation, what with the Fanged Germanium chomping on his backside. He was curious about how her holidays had gone. Friends chatted about things like that right? If nothing else, the coffee should provide a small shield (or distraction) from her sharp tongue.
The coffee in his had was giving off a strong smell to his sensitive nose and he was eager to pass it off to her. He didn’t touch the stuff anymore, not after the incident with Reil. Nope, he had a cup of hot chocolate for himself that he was eager to dig into. ”Laurel?” Adam called out as he entered the room, unaware she had company. Bad eyes remember? He couldn’t see that far away. ”I brought kaffee!“
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