decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Ivar was sat on the floor in his kitchen, staring at the cupboard doors when Ubbe walked in, not making any attempt to get up, barely acknowledging him at all.
Hvitserk smiled some. “He looks like Ivar.” He chuckled quietly. “He’ll be pleased…. They said he should be just fine they just gotta be patient and keep a close eye on him alright? Everything’s gonna be fine max. Promise.” He told her quietly.
Hvitserk smiled some. “He looks like Ivar.” He chuckled quietly. “He’ll be pleased…. They said he should be just fine they just gotta be patient and keep a close eye on him alright? Everything’s gonna be fine max. Promise.” He told her quietly.