Pick Your Poison, Wednesday
Wednesday, May 21st, 2025 07:15 amA new day for his shift, and Adrian was spending it pouring over astronomy maps and doing calculations on a spare piece of paper. Every so often, he'd call over to Boston, who was sitting in a Sunbeam, making sure that he remembered the this formula or that equation correctly.
"My mother never needs to do this," he grumbled.
"And when you are as powerful as the Old Wife of the Flesh, you might not, either," Boston replied. "And don't forget to check your work. You constantly mix up Arcturus and Antares."
Adrian glanced down at his calculations and bit back a curse. "No I don't," he lied, reaching for his eraser.
"My mother never needs to do this," he grumbled.
"And when you are as powerful as the Old Wife of the Flesh, you might not, either," Boston replied. "And don't forget to check your work. You constantly mix up Arcturus and Antares."
Adrian glanced down at his calculations and bit back a curse. "No I don't," he lied, reaching for his eraser.