๐ฐโ๐ฆโ๐ฟโ ๐งโ๐ทโ๐ชโ๐ฐโ๐ฐโ๐ชโ๐ทโ (brekkbybrekk) wrote in stromaisleic,
Sharon and Kaz
"Probably the fear of being potentially mauled by a pack of decaying hounds had a lot to do with it." Kaz ignored the cream and sugar in favor of taking a sip from his steaming mug. The brew was certainly a richer, more robust blend than anything Kaz was used to.
He cupped his coffee between his gloved hands. They were not his normal leather gloves, but a more haggard pair he'd found in the closet of the home the Crows occupied. They would have been fashionable decades ago, but as long as they covered his hands, kept him from skin-to-skin contact, Kaz didn't care.
"I t's only been four days since the last." Kaz replied. Though, with everything happening, it felt like far longer.