[ch. 1] thursday morning, w/ belph

[asswipe]

[Sometime during the morning, Belph will find Veronica in the foyer. She seems to be squinting at the designs on the tapestries, arms crossed as she wrinkles her nose in distaste every now and then. Seems like she's not a big fan of the smell of rotting eggs. How unfortunate.

Either way, she's not distracted enough that she misses him. Turning in his direction, she waves him over.]

Morning.

Comments

[asswipe]

It smells like ass.

[axilium]

... Oh. Yeah, that. At least we're not freezing anymore?

[asswipe]

Sure, that's a silver lining. Still smells like ass, though.

[seriously. what the fuck is that.]

[axilium]

I have no idea where that's coming from. I was kind of hoping you would.

[asswipe]

Your guess is as good as mine. How does the ventilation even work in a magical castle?