While walking back to Eriksson, Druce, Gregory, Vincent and Matthew Sequoia tried to imagine the day after tomorrow. She never made long-going plans, never cared for the next day and never used to conjecture what the future will be like. She was happy with today, sad with today, used to cry the pillow wet with today, was drunk with today and even than she had a hangover only for tomorrow - but not for some distant time. Not caring about the future was what Sequoia found good for health and that way making her life somehow probably longer. You know, ladies who have a death warrant on their heads tend to be gone young and beautiful, much earlier than the day their breasts and buttocks stop being that elastic.
So, now she had a hard time imagining the consequences of this day and the other days that will follow. The one that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow - and the one who increases understanding won't be that happy too. Finally she was back, hesistating in her thoughts right in time to listen to Erik, who was getting ready to show the others some wall of text.
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"You read my mind, Will", - Sequoia smiled and took the glasses full of ale for Sequoia and something Sequoia never saw before for Hikari, - "From today I know you are a quintessence of a gentleman".
And then she thought.
"Is what I think that easy to read on my facials expressions or do I have a little paranoia?"