[ Things have gotten better the past couple days, for which Ephemera is stupidly thankful. Drake is back on his feet. Stampede's quieted down. Shit's getting back to normal, which is fucked by anyone's standards because it's Hadriel, but it's something. Ephemera feels a bit more like a person now, after everything, and he's gone back to sketching.
He's got the sketchbook tucked under his arm at the moment, helmet in his other hand. Like fuck is he walking around without armor now. He bangs on the door, hard. ]
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He's got the sketchbook tucked under his arm at the moment, helmet in his other hand. Like fuck is he walking around without armor now. He bangs on the door, hard. ]
Yo, Tucker! Wake your ass up!
[ Maine better not be staying here. ]