29 March, 1894 — Pennyworth
Monk arrived to the breakfast table wearing only trousers and more in search of caffeine than of food. Once upon a time he had grand hopes of affording a house in Pennyworth on his own, but he had to admit that living with roommates had its benefits. One of those benefits was that by the time he roused himself in the morning, someone else had almost always made coffee.
"Look what I found," he announced to the table after he'd poured himself a cup and had a sip. He produced a note, visibly torn from where he'd pulled it off the notice board, and pushed it over to Callum. "He says he doesn't need much space. Think we could interest him in the coat closet?"
"Look what I found," he announced to the table after he'd poured himself a cup and had a sip. He produced a note, visibly torn from where he'd pulled it off the notice board, and pushed it over to Callum. "He says he doesn't need much space. Think we could interest him in the coat closet?"
there's something wretched about this
something so precious about this
don't you agree?
something so precious about this
don't you agree?

Monk