【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第三章(7)
Bookshelves stood against one wall, with the other two set with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens outside. At the center of all things was a desk, and a king.
Wilbur sat scribbling away at a roll of parchment. His crown lay discarded beside his inkpot and a cup of cold tea.
“What’re you doing?” Tommy asked, closing the door behind him.
Wilbur didn’t reply. He gave no indication of even hearing him.
Tommy rolled his eyes and produced two apples from his pockets. He made his way over to the desk, moved over a stack of heavy, important-looking books and hauled himself up to a sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge.
Wilbur sat scribbling away at a roll of parchment. His crown lay discarded beside his inkpot and a cup of cold tea.
“What’re you doing?” Tommy asked, closing the door behind him.
Wilbur didn’t reply. He gave no indication of even hearing him.
Tommy rolled his eyes and produced two apples from his pockets. He made his way over to the desk, moved over a stack of heavy, important-looking books and hauled himself up to a sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge.
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