08-12-2020, 07:27 AM
THE TACTICIAN
Someday I’ll make something out of me, years of imitating mastery only made me a better thief
"Social…" Overly drawn out the singular word crowning lips pressed into a thin line upon conclusion, furrow adorning brow as soft sound slipped by, a mere hum that bore a dwindling intrigue. Into the soft, pliable surface of pilfered sandwich - finger food, though ill fitting such when named appendages were lacking - disgust contouring darkly hued countenance as the texture of egg registered on their tongue. As best they may removed the remnants that lingered, the offending item held at a distance.
Finally umber depths arose, alighted on speaker who had offered proper pronunciation of the odd assortment of words. "Hello, Great Aunt Roxanne." Innocent the quiet utterance they spoke with the slight curl of a smile drawn across their lips, that moment taken to once more replace the sandwich segment, though rather apparent the mark left by their bite.
Another, familiar if only for necessity had dictated the recall of select individuals. Lopsided had become their smile, alike the ear that came to fall upon itself with the tilt of cranium, his words settling heavily across slowed thoughts. It seemed there was a purpose behind this little event and they had ruined it with their inquiry, though notion of departure was far from thought, rather Harlow would merely watch on, a bystander more than anything as they tied names to new faces.
Finally umber depths arose, alighted on speaker who had offered proper pronunciation of the odd assortment of words. "Hello, Great Aunt Roxanne." Innocent the quiet utterance they spoke with the slight curl of a smile drawn across their lips, that moment taken to once more replace the sandwich segment, though rather apparent the mark left by their bite.
Another, familiar if only for necessity had dictated the recall of select individuals. Lopsided had become their smile, alike the ear that came to fall upon itself with the tilt of cranium, his words settling heavily across slowed thoughts. It seemed there was a purpose behind this little event and they had ruined it with their inquiry, though notion of departure was far from thought, rather Harlow would merely watch on, a bystander more than anything as they tied names to new faces.
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