[The large Tim that had come with his maker darted out from behind the man to inspect his handsome, smaller self. So attractive!
Cross just scoffs at at his apprentice, tossing the neck of the broken bottle over his shoulder. Not like littering mattered here. He reached out, brushing glass shards from white hair and frumpy clothing.]
You look disgusting. What have you been doing? Dragging yourself through filth on purpose?
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Cross just scoffs at at his apprentice, tossing the neck of the broken bottle over his shoulder. Not like littering mattered here. He reached out, brushing glass shards from white hair and frumpy clothing.]
You look disgusting. What have you been doing? Dragging yourself through filth on purpose?