Whitefish River i should probably fucking transfer

Cupid, he says, falling silent as the brute goes on. Home, Kaistleoki, disaster, something or other. As simple as the situation was, he barely grasps onto it. He was to preoccupied with nasuea and babies and Mal. Goddamnit, damnit.

Maybe you should stay down south. This place is a shithole. He mean5 it as a joke but his tone is flat and there was no teasing glimmer in his eye. The prolonged silence afterwards doesn't make things any less awkward.

I'm guessing this 'disaster' killed all the plants huh? It sure seemed like that was the case. Nothing but dirt, snow, and water.