Tularemia was so very sleepy, barely able to open her eyes. She gave a wide yawn, showing off the tiny, offending teeth, and licked, ending in her tongue sticking out just a tad. She squinted, bleary and still mostly asleep. How could you blame such a small beastie?
It was, however, morning, as evidenced by the brightening glow of the lamps outside and the lazily awakening bustle of the city.
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Date: 12 Jul 2025 00:36 (UTC)It was, however, morning, as evidenced by the brightening glow of the lamps outside and the lazily awakening bustle of the city.
And the Tailor's other hand was empty.