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Archibald followed the little Kinsley and got himself the tea. He sat himself down in the chair, and used one of the cubes that the girl had given him as a treat for little Lyall. He slipped it in his pocket, and almost let a smile play across his face as he felt the little mouse squirm around his coat. Soon he put two cubes in his glass, and nervously sipped from the cup. He looked around and inspected the 'mess' she talked about. Then, she talked of the twins, and he looked over back to her. He instantly looked down, into his smoldering tea.
"I assumed so... I just learned of their birthday this morning, to tell the truth. I-I completely forgot a present. Do you mind, or at all implore me to not, if I made a quick one up?" He asked, but it wasn't long till they switched topics and they were on the topic of last night. He put the cup down, and looked at his red hands. He looked at Eliza, and sighed. "No good," He answered.
"No good is happening here, Elizabeth. No good at all. Everything about last night... I'm not too sure myself about what has been real or not, to be honest. " He sighed. "The butterflies... Those butterflies... Oh hell, those retched things! They killed themselves, landing on the paper, I tell you. They knocked me right onto my back!" He hastily looked from side to side, and he motioned Eliza to meet him halfway on the table. He leaned in, and whispered to her, "If I were you, Eliza, I'd tell your family about what had happened... It isn't safe here. You're, what, fourteen? Thirteen? You have a long life ahead of you, no matter the state you're in now."
He sighed, and put his face in his hands. "Awful things are happening here... They're getting worse. So very, very worse..." Archibald paused, and looked up. "Uh... Has... H-Has a horse, by any chance, been... killed? Last night? I had a terrible dream... Well, I presume it's a dream... I sure do hope it's one..." He shook his head. "No matter, no matter, I'm just a little off my rocker today. Can you believe it's been years since I left my abode? I can hardly believe it myself..."
"I assumed so... I just learned of their birthday this morning, to tell the truth. I-I completely forgot a present. Do you mind, or at all implore me to not, if I made a quick one up?" He asked, but it wasn't long till they switched topics and they were on the topic of last night. He put the cup down, and looked at his red hands. He looked at Eliza, and sighed. "No good," He answered.
"No good is happening here, Elizabeth. No good at all. Everything about last night... I'm not too sure myself about what has been real or not, to be honest. " He sighed. "The butterflies... Those butterflies... Oh hell, those retched things! They killed themselves, landing on the paper, I tell you. They knocked me right onto my back!" He hastily looked from side to side, and he motioned Eliza to meet him halfway on the table. He leaned in, and whispered to her, "If I were you, Eliza, I'd tell your family about what had happened... It isn't safe here. You're, what, fourteen? Thirteen? You have a long life ahead of you, no matter the state you're in now."
He sighed, and put his face in his hands. "Awful things are happening here... They're getting worse. So very, very worse..." Archibald paused, and looked up. "Uh... Has... H-Has a horse, by any chance, been... killed? Last night? I had a terrible dream... Well, I presume it's a dream... I sure do hope it's one..." He shook his head. "No matter, no matter, I'm just a little off my rocker today. Can you believe it's been years since I left my abode? I can hardly believe it myself..."