Tag Archives: Her

  “You’re searching for earth? That ancient planet of legend? Okay, that sure is an interesting joke. So what are you really up to?” Tarou safely arrived at the station of his delivery address. In a tasteful bar of the … Continue reading →

  A prominent salvager, even on Alba Station, Maar was licking lips at a haul much greater than usual. “Looks like I’m in luck today. I’m sure there are loads of live circuits left behind.” She annoying swept her long … Continue reading →

  “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” “Happy birthday, Mister Teirownley,” “Stop it, You’re hurtin’ my feelin’s, so stop with that name. And isn’t Dear Teirow good enough? For both rhythm and my psyche!?” “That which you call … Continue reading →