Top Hat Spider has been coaching Horatio. Well, fuck. ~mirth~ Seems THS has taken personal offense to Horatio’s “lack of propriety”, and has taken it upon himself to instruct the headstrong spirit the proper etiquette a manservant should have towards a master of a higher social class.
Pink. I am tickled to such.
“She may be American and as such, without a proper title, however she is your mistress! I’ll not watch idly as you abuse her generosity towards you!” THS is not amused. Quite.
I gave Horatio his instructions for the night, which included paying attention to THS when conditions allowed. Bid the Regulars a good night and went to (deeper) sleep.
I teased Snake about the lack of coffee debris on the ceiling. “Just for that, I’m not making any for you!” I hugged my friend and said having him close was better than coffee. He asked if I was sick. ~mirth~
There is only a faint scar on my cheek. “That will remain as long as you allow it to.” Yea, I know. I have to get out the mindset that I deserve all that happens to me. In time.
The night passed without incident. Time to start the day.