Decontamination Day
Darrin was afraid. The young civet sat restlessly in the iron-clad basement of his suburban home, sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench across from his mother and sister. Silence. Deathly silence. Most of the thinking people in the land...
The Hotline
Well, he supposed it was better than trying to have a conversation in _support_ of the erstwhile candidate's social agenda. "yeah." and really, wasn't it... a bit odd, that the topic bothered him in the first place?
I am, By Honour, Bound - [Chapter 7]
Although there was nothing currently on the social agenda to distract him from, my role was to protect him from harm, not to facilitate it. "i'm confident everything will be fine, master vayren," i compromised.
Whimper
The insomnia took its toll on the rest of his life as well: his classes, his social agenda, everything.