Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
would you prefer if I told you to go back to Judea
I would've but hesitated to because that has, like, Political Implications in this day and age
notable for banning cars, abolishing feudalism in 2008, and having the worst futbol team in the world
I was gonna say they also have clameur de haro but apparently they don't, just jersey and guernsey
basically the legal equivalent of "I'm telling mom!"
except mom is the local lord
and you have to recite the lord's prayer afterward
Is it even tho?
Huh there don't seem to be any statistics on the religious breakdown of Sark on Wikipedia
In any case Christianity is no one's heritage, your heritage is either Anglo-Saxon or Gallic polytheism, you will pray to Wuotan and/or Lugh and you will like it
I mean
if it's anyone's heritage, it's the Jews, but try telling that to them
uggggghhhhh i don't wanna have this argument when is Mo gonna get hereeeeeee
Monoceros isn't too much longer. She returns from her panel accompanied by a man with four arms and fangs, talking about mitochondria.
"Mo! Oh, how I've missed you! I love this outfit! Sorry I got it all sweaty! Also breakfast was particularly amazing today!"
"Sweat dries, cupcake, don't worry about it."
"You let her call you Mo?" says the four-armed guy.
"Sue me, I like her enough to let her get away with some little things."
Monoceros scritches her. "And you ate up all your breakfast no problem, right?"