10-17-2020, 04:32 AM
DO YOU LIKE HURTING OTHER PEOPLE?
YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE...?
YOU'RE NOT A NICE PERSON, ARE YOU?
Numerous the small, inconsequential steps leading to outcome rather undesirable, begun with a realisation that settled poorly against mind content in quiet interlude. Few times of such, enough tally may be kept to a singular hand — or may paw be more apt — an occurrence reserved for few situations. Yet about had it come, by closed door the child sprawled in relative comfort, blocked out the sound produced by brothers and father alike. High always seemed the spirits about home, different and yet well their fit against one another, at times jarring that connection until heated the words that painted still air. It was pleasant this evening, if grown terse as the hours drew on and no sign of the last occupant became apparent.
Incapable of waiting any longer abrupt the exit conducted by the monochrome chimera, familiar the path he cut along shoreline devoid of occupants. Or, at least in the first few moments, thought such. Offset each by the other, ebony and ivory coming together as proven their proximity rather close, confusion alight in whiskey hued eyes as he looked on the scene. He knew his father only as a man of a calm demeanour that sparked at irregular intervals, capable of much and yet always correct seemed he, the right words and actions enacted without fail.
Uneasy the steps which drew Butch closer, from Michael vision shifting, in taken Diya as she regarded the dealer with apparent concern, quickened his heart beneath something alike it. Aside caution thrown and he fell to his stomach without any grace, crawling forth until he might seek comfort in the side of father, there nestling without word. He had none, though shape and prone to outburst the tongue into which he dug his teeth, offering only a broken little whine as he pressed further against Michael.
Incapable of waiting any longer abrupt the exit conducted by the monochrome chimera, familiar the path he cut along shoreline devoid of occupants. Or, at least in the first few moments, thought such. Offset each by the other, ebony and ivory coming together as proven their proximity rather close, confusion alight in whiskey hued eyes as he looked on the scene. He knew his father only as a man of a calm demeanour that sparked at irregular intervals, capable of much and yet always correct seemed he, the right words and actions enacted without fail.
Uneasy the steps which drew Butch closer, from Michael vision shifting, in taken Diya as she regarded the dealer with apparent concern, quickened his heart beneath something alike it. Aside caution thrown and he fell to his stomach without any grace, crawling forth until he might seek comfort in the side of father, there nestling without word. He had none, though shape and prone to outburst the tongue into which he dug his teeth, offering only a broken little whine as he pressed further against Michael.
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