it had been a rollercoaster of a day. he'd brought chiron in again, partly for actual job purposes (pictures of ilya with a puppy always did great on social media), and because his time with the puppy was probably the closest he'd seen the newest centaur to a smile. troy was confusing. up close, he didn't seem like a bad guy, but harris was familiar with his reputation. so, it had started as a decent day. and then he'd glanced down at his arm. he couldn't stop staring at the black letters. two letters. HI. he'd been staring at it for an hour. he was sitting in the stands, the centaurs practicing below, and finally he pulled a pen out of his bag, and beneath the two letters in still familiar handwriting, writes what the fuck.
@fablealyn

















