Watching birds // open // watching me here all alone

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — At August's statement, a light smile came to his maw and a dry laugh came out. No, all of Jersey's friends had always told him he looked ridiculous and boring with glasses on, and when he was younger he had thought they were the coolest people in the entire world. He wasn't so sure that was true anymore but they were all rather stylish. Maybe he would ask Jersey what he thought of these new ones. No, that was a bad idea. He knew what Jersey would say and it wouldn't be anything good. It was best to just get rid of them before he saw his brother again. "Oh, thanks August, but I dunno' 'bout tha'. When I wore 'em before, Jersey always said I-" he stopped for a moment as the cervid laid down and then quickly changed the phrase, "No, ah' course I don' mind. I don' think ya' could ever bother me, August."

Then came Aizawa, who also brought up that he should probably be wearing them. He did his best to play it off, letting a forced laugh pass through his lips. "'Ve made it this long without 'em, 'aven't I? Really, I jus' needed 'em so I could see the herbs clearly..." He did wonder what Pincher would look like when he wasn't all blurry. Of course, he could still appreciate the blurry form of the doberman, it was still well-defined enough for him to appreciate their moment together on that moon lit night a few weeks ago, but- wait. That shouldn't have been his first thought. Why did it matter how well he could see Pincher's eyes? He let out a huff as he turned the herbs over in his paws, trying to focus on the spots that'd appeared on it. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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