Sephos ArbolaDisheveled and splattered with paint, Sephos walked, wide eyed, into Rastin's booth. He prepared the tea almost mechanically, his hands shaking. He needed that tea. Right now.
He held the teapot tightly in his cold-bitten hands, shivering not entirely from cold as he, rattlingly, set it down and poured the cups. He spilled a little of the tea, but that didn't matter.
What did matter was the tea that poured down his throat, making him feel less like screaming.
"I... I want to go home..." He said quietly to Rastin.
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Smokey: +2
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