A Question.

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

Robert Frost
ABOUT LORN MY ART
HYPNAGOGIA

I’d imagine these two wouldn’t take too kindly to one another.

Of course there’s no other space in the bar and they’re both too proud to leave and they  end up pissing each other off more and more and therefore order more drinks until they’re both entirely wasted and end up having a passionate night at Slond’s place.

This was originally for Corey but it changed and I don’t even know anymore.

Edit: Oh and uh. Appearances clearly based off of my interpretation of both of them. You can read my interpretation of ol’ Slond here if you so choose. And go read my Rake “comic” or whatever, Hypnagogia. Mmyeah.