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Knock knock.
"Whose there?"
"...who was that, again? Roman?"
"Ah. Well, I'm sure you've got it well in hand."
Somewhere, a dissatisfied Giant is laboring over a great big book of fables with his broken hands and an idiot's smile on his face. There is a mild commotion; the likes of which occurs when someone is being told something they already know well. Outside, the bitter shadows of a black woods' dance and weave, and despite the graveness of a threat upon his merry band of marauders, absolutely and utterly nothing has changed in the small escape from the world that was his personal Wonderland. Only at insistence does the young man finally raise his attention from the book, and snap it shut with a loud bang.
"Ah. Well, I'm sure you've got it well in hand."
Somewhere, a dissatisfied Giant is laboring over a great big book of fables with his broken hands and an idiot's smile on his face. There is a mild commotion; the likes of which occurs when someone is being told something they already know well. Outside, the bitter shadows of a black woods' dance and weave, and despite the graveness of a threat upon his merry band of marauders, absolutely and utterly nothing has changed in the small escape from the world that was his personal Wonderland. Only at insistence does the young man finally raise his attention from the book, and snap it shut with a loud bang.
He puts on his coat, and prepares to go out to visit a dear friend in the night.
"...if you insist, I suppose."
"We'll make it the next attraction at our tea party."
"We'll make it the next attraction at our tea party."