[Wriothesley chuckles as he sits up to stretch his arms over his head. He can feel the pleasant ache in his body and knows it'll persist through the next day. It's satisfying for him though.]
Until next time then. [Though he doesn't know if they'll both be here for that long, it is some sort of promise that he won't be a stranger if they cross paths again.]
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Until next time then. [Though he doesn't know if they'll both be here for that long, it is some sort of promise that he won't be a stranger if they cross paths again.]