[Khamu'wo couldn't even reply to what Alfeoux left him with. To swift was the exit, and too slow was his jumbled angry mind. Khamu'wo, a man who fashions himself an intellectual, a man of knowledge, resolve, logic... and yet he was reduced to this from a brief interaction with an attractive and infuriating man. Has he truly risen above his nature? Is he so different from those he had left behind.
As moments that feel like bells pass, he sinks in his chair, eyes falling to the papers that worked more as distractions than their original purpose, he decides that perhaps it's well past time he heads back to the Free Company estate. Today has been quite enough for his tired gay little heart.]
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As moments that feel like bells pass, he sinks in his chair, eyes falling to the papers that worked more as distractions than their original purpose, he decides that perhaps it's well past time he heads back to the Free Company estate. Today has been quite enough for his tired
gaylittle heart.]