Short chapter here. More coming very soon.
Disclaimer: I own neither the concept, the setting, the title, nor most of the characters. I may as well bear no responsability for this fic, which luckily means that I can blame other people for how bad it is!
The Way We Live Now
-Tales of NDCSH-
29
It figured things couldn't have stayed that great for that long. Esmeralda was impulsive and proud, and Phoebus was protective and arrogant, and both of them were stubborn as mules. It figured it wouldn't last. And it figured he and Clopin would both get dragged into it.
The watercolour wasn't turning out. He'd have to restart it. He wished Laverne was around, to give him useless advice about the colour scheme and nag him to do housework instead, but she was out. She always seemed to be out, recently. Whenever she was in the house, she didn't talk to him much.
It seemed like everyone was angry.
He wanted to talk to Suzanne.
Nothing to say for this one, except that Laverne is probably colour-blind.
-Mostly Harmless.
