WIP - new storyDruen approached the dark haired teenager and his girlfriend from across the spaceport lobby. Somehow he was quite nervous despite the lack of any danger. He cleared his throat loudly, so that he would be heard above the babbling voices of the arriving and departing passengers. “Hi,” Druen began. The boy’s gaze broke from his partner and he turned to look at Druen, he had a sharp, intense face. “What do you want?” He remarked, more hostile than was necessary given the circumstances. Druen coughed again. “You’re selling your ship.” He said. The boy nodded, impatiently.WIP - new story
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spreading terror into the hearts of llamas.
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spreading terror into the hearts of llamas.
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