Okay, probably just the one for today, since I picked up an extra shift at work. Sorry babies. In return I am at least working on a little bit of other writing? And finishing every outstanding writing project I have so I can devote loads of time to it. Hoorah?
82. Globe
"What is this circle for?" Zexion asks blandly, pointing to the island circled in crayon, 'WE' written within. "There's nothing of importance there." Lexaeus shrugs at him, handing off the book he'd offered to lend. Of course, Zexion would never remember that day when the youngest of Ansem's apprentices had pointing to it and informed him that one day, they'd move there and find their own students. The letters were added inside, just because the sound of them and knowing that they stood only for him and Ienzo had made him more than willing to cross an ocean.
The eighty-second. Eighteen to go.
Lalala, see you tomorrow!
-Josiy x