[august is sharp, following john's gaze down to his own hand. nothing to hide there, but he tucks his hand away into his pants pocket anyway.]
For the past few months. Everyone wakes up like you did.
[hangover from hell, no memory about how they got here. he's happy to fill in the blanks if john wants specifics. once they've reached his room, august motions for him to wait while he cuts through the adjoining bathroom to snoop around sullivan's for a pack of cigarettes. his room is clean, but there are hints of the use of magic: candles with symbols carved into them sit on a small table in one corner, sigils burned into the wood of the floor, odd trinkets hanging from the window.
he returns a minute or so later, holding out the promised cigarette. no lighter.]
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For the past few months. Everyone wakes up like you did.
[hangover from hell, no memory about how they got here. he's happy to fill in the blanks if john wants specifics. once they've reached his room, august motions for him to wait while he cuts through the adjoining bathroom to snoop around sullivan's for a pack of cigarettes. his room is clean, but there are hints of the use of magic: candles with symbols carved into them sit on a small table in one corner, sigils burned into the wood of the floor, odd trinkets hanging from the window.
he returns a minute or so later, holding out the promised cigarette. no lighter.]
Here. Need a light, too?