[ Clay puts down the book he was scanning his eyes over after a glance at the clock on his mantle. Well. Hugo was boring in the 19th century. It didn’t age any better.
He walks into the kitchen and opens the phone he left on the island, resting his elbows on the marble. As he checks messages and emails with nothing from a Siren he gets more irritated. Why did he think Hugo would be better the second time? ]
What did you do, stop for dinner on your way over here? [ The phone makes whoosh noise as the question goes to the phone he wanted to find a message from. ]
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[ Clay puts down the book he was scanning his eyes over after a glance at the clock on his mantle. Well. Hugo was boring in the 19th century. It didn’t age any better.
He walks into the kitchen and opens the phone he left on the island, resting his elbows on the marble. As he checks messages and emails with nothing from a Siren he gets more irritated. Why did he think Hugo would be better the second time? ]
What did you do, stop for dinner on your way over here? [ The phone makes whoosh noise as the question goes to the phone he wanted to find a message from. ]