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Jan. 11th, 2024 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
willysilverWilly had survived the chaos, delighting in the gay bit of magic. He was sitting on the deck in the sun, strumming his instrument and making up a silly little tune about some of the hijinks he had watched.
He was stuck, though, and played the same three chords over and over. Over and over, as if the rhythm of the strings might drag an idea out of him.
"Hey nonny nonny always fits," he considered aloud.
He was stuck, though, and played the same three chords over and over. Over and over, as if the rhythm of the strings might drag an idea out of him.
"Hey nonny nonny always fits," he considered aloud.
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Date: 2024-01-18 01:41 am (UTC)Nyx looked concerned by that, but decided to let it be. He had a feeling Willy wasn't a man easily swayed.
"I'll see you, Will. Take care."