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[routemistress]

1. that fucker Ricki and his fucking boyfriend blew the fucking pub up.

2. HUGE ROW about barge sex and there isn't a pub I may just blow this damn boat up myself.

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[routemistress]

hey sexy.

there's some kind of barge disaster upcoming, mind if i park the dogs with you for the duration?

also Steve's dog Libby. lmk the best spacetime and i'll meet you there.

[after the Narrenschiff]

[routemistress]

Iris' bus materialises almost silently, like a cat creeping in at dawn, and she comes out a little unsteady on her feet - this is partly the last of the death toll and partly the bottle of tequila in her hand.

She doesn't call out. She stands there breathing in every scent on the air until he comes to her.