Finished 3:45.
Eventually humming stopped gaining a reaction from
Anansi, and so he had to get creative. Currently he was reciting an old and
particularly dull poem, something that was gaining him a particularly severe
response. Anansi punched him particularly hard in the stomach, then backhanded
him again. Raven was fairly confident by this point that he’d have a fair few bruises.
“What, do you just enjoy this or something?” asked Anansi, brushing a loose
strand of hair off of Raven’s face. It was an oddly soft gesture, given the
context. “Don’t flatter yourself,” spat Raven. “It’s just that you’re boring
me.”
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