[And as she stands up, hands still holding his, she makes a face at the sound of his bones cracking. She'll follow him, allowing herself to be pulled along, and when he steps out into the workshop proper, he'll see that it's been tidied up, too. Papers and books stacked neatly, any dust that might have been left behind wiped and swept away, his ash trays cleaned out with a fresh cigar perched there and waiting to be lit. All in all, it's much cleaner and organized than it was before he went to sleep...]
I'd started to wonder when I didn't get message after message from you about this new island.
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[And as she stands up, hands still holding his, she makes a face at the sound of his bones cracking. She'll follow him, allowing herself to be pulled along, and when he steps out into the workshop proper, he'll see that it's been tidied up, too. Papers and books stacked neatly, any dust that might have been left behind wiped and swept away, his ash trays cleaned out with a fresh cigar perched there and waiting to be lit. All in all, it's much cleaner and organized than it was before he went to sleep...]
I'd started to wonder when I didn't get message after message from you about this new island.