#thread01 . fenris & yismay.

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“hey, pretty boy,” yismay doesn’t even look up from the knife they’re sharpening.  they know it’s fenris by his footsteps alone ( not that they would ever tell @dracaeons that ). “you’re coming off extra broody today,” they remain conversational as the continuous sound of the iron against the whetstone fills the air, as rhythmic as breathing—a familiar comfort. “fenris ii is around if you need some good, old-fashioned dog therapy.  unless we’re killing someone.” a beat. “are we killing someone?”