lyndon fucking hated arkham. if he had superpowers, preferably something to do with explosions, he wouldn't have thought twice about levelling the entire neighborhood. but alas, he hadn't any, and he was forced to shuffle into arkham because the newest addition to the pence family wanted to try out some tea.

look, tea was fine, but did they really have to go all the way to arkham? weren't there better places in innsmouth, if little tommy wanted a common taste?

"it's just fifty cents!" tommy's shrill voice pierced lyndon's thoughts, and that was how they ended up sitting outside a little peaceful house. the scent of tea wafted in the air; it was a very relaxing place.

... also a little unnerving, because there were a bunch of people taking naps around the house, presumably after drinking the tea. lyndon didn't like that one bit. tommy, however, was ignorant oblivious to his bodyguard's apparent discomfort.

neo
(( in loving memory gazette ))