[Ah, yes, when he took control of the Underworld. Naomi remembers, she supposes, when she tries hard enough. His little story gets him a proper laugh that she won't echo in a week when she remembers everything, but honestly- it really is funny. He's so serious and perpetually irritated that imagining him as Lucky the Leprechaun is hilarious.
She leans into him and laughs and then straightens up, looking somewhat intent.]
That's it. Your memories taste like marshmallows- burnt on the outside.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:50 am (UTC)From:She leans into him and laughs and then straightens up, looking somewhat intent.]
That's it. Your memories taste like marshmallows- burnt on the outside.