 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
It had been a while since Adam had been in the thought chamber. Normally he could resist the pull to come, but today? Today he couldn't resist. So here he was, standing perhaps a little too close to the large tank of Encephalons. One of the brains looked rather excited to see Adam, or was that perhaps just his imagination. It kept bumping up against the glass and waving one of it's tendrils as if saying 'hi! I missed you!!!' Adam kept his distance, or tried to, but the longer he stood there, the harder it was. It always was. The bond he had with Reil the Encephalons, was strong. He reached out and touched one finger to the glass.
One finger became two fingers, which became a palm pressed up against the glass...
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