Noctisardor Bypass yesteryear

I am sorry I took so long - WHERE DOES THE MUSE GO?!

The round stranger was doing as circles did, and rolling on. Anselm was tempted to nip at her heels to see how fast a fat woman could run downhill -- but before he could do so, Fiona arrived.

He turned to her with a long pause, trying to decide if he was annoyed by her intrusion or if he was just annoyed in general. Inconvenience someone. Anselm answered with his typical flat directness, uncaring of the douchebag energy exuding from him.

He didn't stay to exchange pleasantries with Fiona. For one, their relationship was as thorny as a briar patch - and for two, making small talk seemed like a logistical nightmare in his current mood. Anselm gave Iope a generous five minute headstart, before he rolled out after her. If only to make sure their larders weren't in peril.