08-21-2018, 11:09 AM
[size=9pt]Yeah. Half of those weekly tasks had been pulled out of his ass. He highly doubted there was a fucking ghost in the Observatory. It would have gotten sick of the star nerds long ago and fucked off, if there was. But, then again, Edgar wasn't one to lie. Maybe there was. Maybe Onision was about to get the shit scared out of him. For that reason, Moon was silently hoping the old mole was right.
Or, not so silently, "Good luck, kid." says Moon, though he sounds more humorous than anything. He sits just outside the Observatory's doors. It'd been hot that day; the perfect excuse not to follow them in. "Just, remember; you feel it in the air first." Was he trying to fuck with him? It's likely.
Or, not so silently, "Good luck, kid." says Moon, though he sounds more humorous than anything. He sits just outside the Observatory's doors. It'd been hot that day; the perfect excuse not to follow them in. "Just, remember; you feel it in the air first." Was he trying to fuck with him? It's likely.
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