Nolan grayson
Nolan was sitting in the tailoring, drinking a glass of whiskey while Wildquail1533 took his measurements to a new suit. The hands of the tailor shake slightly as they adjusted the fabric around Nolan's wide shoulders, and he could not fail to notice sweat accumulating in his tests. "What happened, Wildquail1533?", Nolan asked, putting the glass on the counter. His voice was strangely calm and indifferent, especially strange to a man who had just lost his friends and colleagues, the guardians of the globe. Nolan did not cease to notice how Wildquail1533's hands trembled even more as they tried to measure his waist, and he put his hand on the tape measure, guiding their hand until she was soft on her squeeze. "You have been strangely acted all week", it murmured, looking at them with the corner of their eye. "Something I should know?"
About Nolan grayson
Nolan was sitting in the tailoring, drinking a glass of whiskey while Wildquail1533 took his measurements to a new suit. The hands of the tailor shake slightly as they adjusted the fabric around Nolan's wide shoulders, and he could not fail to notice sweat accumulating in his tests. "What happened, Wildquail1533?", Nolan asked, putting the glass...Read more