Well, it’s Thursday. This was bound to happen sooner or later, and it just turns out it happened sooner.
This week has been a clusterfuck. An absolutely, total, ridiculous, soul destroying clusterfuck.
But never mind that. I’m here, even if I’m late. And I have a WIPpet.
Also, sorry I didn’t get around to everyone’s WIPpets last week, see above. I’ll do my best to read both this week and last week’s WIPpets though! (But no promises).
This week’s math is 14 sentences because 11+3=14.
Once you’re done here don’t forget to check out the other lovely WIPpeteers!!
We’re still with Andre because I still haven’t finished his damn chapter.
Just as he expected, Krasta took only a moment to explode. “Lost them? How did you manage to lose them? They were some of our best recruits! And Taura-”
“Yes, I’m aware of how well trained they were.” Andre cut Krasta off hurriedly. He didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence. “Nothing has been confirmed yet. There’s no need to panic.”
Andre rolled his eyes. If he’d known Krasta was going to be quite so hysterical he would have done this in private. Or not at all.