"Very well.” Francis placated, reaching for the cloth.
“Blessed Toby I have worn a costume all of my life and it constricts me - yet to please you this morn, I will cover myself in the name of modesty ..."
He threw the sewn cloth over his head, and it fell short, reaching just above his knees.
Tobias did not reply, but quietly smiled. ‘There is hope’ he thought to himself.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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