“Good Heavens!” The Stationmaster exclaims, checking his fob watch. “Has it been that long?”
Klaus von Richter looks in a state of mild panic, muttering to himself and anxiously wringing his hands while Julianne Darkmoon tries her best to hide her annoyance.
“Nothing a little drop won’t fix, what?” With that, a gilded tin can of honey-scented liquid appears in his hand, replacing the watch seemingly in an instant before he, too, vanishes into thin air. “But…” Klaus finally managed. “People are waiting!”
A little while later, a custodian arrives, seeking their attention. A well-oiled arm extends smoothly and drops a small package into Klaus’s hands. Attached to it is a note written in neat cursive. ‘Please accept my sincerest apologies for the delay.’
((Here, finally, are the full-quality 4K screenshots of the 8th Anniversary Photoshoots. We’re very sorry it took so long to get them to you! Thank you to everyone who attended, and see you next this year! – @Vomher & Aeryl))
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1bRrQgdog55jAKiKayCXYxX3SiBZdUWmu/view?usp=sharing
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nfvPHyKweNo2E2MZB6IYSUpUTU2rLDzb/view?usp=sharing