[ Holland's fairly sure he's gonna gain a few kilos from the amount of food he's consumed today. But he gives no fucks at all. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
He's chilling on the couch, idly petting with his Buneary while he talks about his travels back in the golden age and occasionally taking a swig of alcohol. He's a little inebriated and doesn't mind sharing some life stories. ]
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He's chilling on the couch, idly petting with his Buneary while he talks about his travels back in the golden age and occasionally taking a swig of alcohol. He's a little inebriated and doesn't mind sharing some life stories. ]
-- and then I set sail to Constantin... Istanbul.