Pretty good, I have heard nothing of danger- which considering the life I lead before- is very refreshing. Though, I haven't seen Steph in a few days... I imagine she is doing well.
I am not gone, if that is any indication.
-sighs- Well, I'm getting used to how my steed runs. And what I can do as a Servant.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postShe'd have hated me. But because we were in the same cell, she had to learn to like me. And we became best friends and we loved each other and nothing made us sad when we were together.
She hated the people above us. The cells were on top of each other. Dozens of levels. You could see them through the chain-link floors. The people on top got the most food, and the least waste dropping on them. We had a corner for waste, and everyone below us got the message and avoided it. But the smell was always bad. They didn't hose us enough.
She'd catch the food that well through the cells, the stuff that the people above us didn't catch. She hated that there was never enough food because they caught it. If I'd been placed up there instead of with her, she'd have hated me. She'd have hated me so much. Hated hated hated me.
Hated hated hated hated hated...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-yep-
dead devotion-still cooking-