March 28th, 1891 - Fort Lestrange
There was a sense in Cash's ribcage that he was trapped, exacerbated by his family and by the letter he'd received from Lucius nearly two weeks ago. He didn't tend to do well when cooped up in Fort Lestrange, and he'd run out of cigarettes last night, which meant now he had - nothing to distract him, unless he wanted to leave to get cigarettes, which he didn't, and couldn't, because it was Easter Sunday, and apparently that meant something. He felt, in a word, twitchy.
They at least had a lull between breakfast and the real meal, which meant that Cash could loiter in the back garden and get sunlight. He stepped into the garden only to find himself faced with Gretchen, which - was probably good, because he was supposed to talk to her anyways, because of Lucius' whole thing. The trouble was that he did not know how to talk to teenage girls who were not Seneca, and none of his other attempts had adequately prepared him.
"What did you think of the Santa Antonina thing?" he asked. That was where he'd talked to Miss Scrimgeour, so maybe they could relate.
Gretchen Lestrange Elladora Black
They at least had a lull between breakfast and the real meal, which meant that Cash could loiter in the back garden and get sunlight. He stepped into the garden only to find himself faced with Gretchen, which - was probably good, because he was supposed to talk to her anyways, because of Lucius' whole thing. The trouble was that he did not know how to talk to teenage girls who were not Seneca, and none of his other attempts had adequately prepared him.
"What did you think of the Santa Antonina thing?" he asked. That was where he'd talked to Miss Scrimgeour, so maybe they could relate.
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