[ Though if this doesn't work, Carver supposes they could go to the library and read some of the romantic shit out loud. Would that count? So much of the magic shit here is opaque, the sort of fairytale nonsense that only makes sense in stories. Not when it's thrown at real people.
He twitches, feeling the warning edges of a migraine pulsing in his skull, and takes another drink of sake. God, he's tired. ]
Ugh. Fine. It's probably gotta be romantic, right? You got somebody back in the world?
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[ Though if this doesn't work, Carver supposes they could go to the library and read some of the romantic shit out loud. Would that count? So much of the magic shit here is opaque, the sort of fairytale nonsense that only makes sense in stories. Not when it's thrown at real people.
He twitches, feeling the warning edges of a migraine pulsing in his skull, and takes another drink of sake. God, he's tired. ]
Ugh. Fine. It's probably gotta be romantic, right? You got somebody back in the world?
[ He doubts it. But what else is there to try? ]