[ Philip does not sleep anymore much. He likes that somebody else volunteered to play nighttime driver though, before he could make a half-hearted offer of his own. He maybe does not like that Alistair talks for the both of them, that he literally talks for the both of them, while his telepathic powers are on event hiatus, and he is left with nothing but a travel-sized chalkboard and the accompanying white writing utensil.
Busy tinkering with their wagon's grandfather clock (Why did they bring a clock on this trip, Jesus Christ?) Philip's urgent boredom is interrupted by a question. He looks at Alistair, and frowns. He glances along the road, to the river ahead. He looks at the conclusion, and frowns some more.
Then it's time for the quiet screeching of chalk. ]
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anymoremuch. He likes that somebody else volunteered to play nighttime driver though, before he could make a half-hearted offer of his own. He maybe does not like that Alistair talks for the both of them, that he literally talks for the both of them, while his telepathic powers are on event hiatus, and he is left with nothing but a travel-sized chalkboard and the accompanying white writing utensil.Busy tinkering with their wagon's grandfather clock (Why did they bring a clock on this trip, Jesus Christ?) Philip's urgent boredom is interrupted by a question. He looks at Alistair, and frowns. He glances along the road, to the river ahead. He looks at the conclusion, and frowns some more.
Then it's time for the quiet screeching of chalk. ]
Yes. Will we have to?