#rivervale_lodge

glamour flows

Symon tries to not fidget.

Symon feels the good fortune land on him like sugar flakes in his normally rotted milk of being.

His thin lips twist in displeasure, but he tries to think of the positive side. How revolting. A glance over at Eden.

Eden sends out a forked tongue as if she's a BIT nervous about this

Symon straightens up a a bit. "Ain't that bad."

"And it's done" He says "Might help you survive, it might mean you get a lucky lotto number 2 days afte a funeral"

"Gee.. now I can have that dream mausoleum I always wanted" The pooka says

And that was step two!

(End/Pauce)