𝙵𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞… 𝐒𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞… 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨-𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐦. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨-𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡.

If Lady Ezra asks where her sandwich went it was Mister Vespa, okay?

I’ve perfected my art of meditation.

Anyone want to share their snacks? A treat for Mr. Kim?

//a kiss to whoever evens out my pin.

I couldn’t wish for a better protégé even if I did so with all my heart. Salt of the earth doesn’t begin to describe it! Unfortunately, there is no worldly solution for what ails me—I need to meditate. Preferably lying down on something soft… With eyes shut… For a few hours.

Hmhm~. Now that’s an enticing prospect. You have my thanks, friend.

A cane? These are scars, not wrinkles, Aeng-du. Your mentor can get around just fine, but getting around fine doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

And you have your mind, but neither of us want to use those.

My legs are killing me! What’s a Mentor got to do around here to get a snooze?

You ever get that feeling someone's watching you? Like reeeaaaallly watching you..? Like a tiger hunting down a humble and innocent—Yet very dashing—deer? Aeng-Du? That you?

Oh, man… I must have overslept again— where’d everyone go anyways..?

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥? ᅠ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥?