[claude is right, the only other option he has is to sit here and wait for fermet to wake up. and that's hardly a choice at all. there's no telling what the man would do to him in his rage. it's bad enough when he's in a good mood.
so czeslaw carefully slips off the bed, landing on bare feet. of course he has no shoes - he's never needed them. he's never allowed to go anywhere.]
I trust you.
[for now, remains unspoken. but that's neither here nor there, is it?]
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[claude is right, the only other option he has is to sit here and wait for fermet to wake up. and that's hardly a choice at all. there's no telling what the man would do to him in his rage. it's bad enough when he's in a good mood.
so czeslaw carefully slips off the bed, landing on bare feet. of course he has no shoes - he's never needed them. he's never allowed to go anywhere.]
I trust you.
[for now, remains unspoken. but that's neither here nor there, is it?]