Not my son... [ mutters but he knows this is pointless. upon sight, he's also already shedding his coat, even if it's cold - astolfo is a mess. ] You're going to freeze to death.
[ offering it to astolfo!!!! there you go sweetie ]
Fresh air's good for the soul, I think. Bloody tired of that airport.
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[ offering it to astolfo!!!! there you go sweetie ]
Fresh air's good for the soul, I think. Bloody tired of that airport.
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I'll be fine! What about you? Aren't you going to get cold?