“We're going to… a party.” Shrike's face was less than enthused as they said this.
Wit scoffed, a soft elbow in Shrike's side.
“We can't just hope to find the black market walking down the street. Well, at least not with your luck. We have to look for it! And isn't that so much more exciting.”
Shrike turned their big wet emotionless eyes up at Wit, unblinking.
“You can't disturb me out...
