11-07-2020, 07:47 AM
That another might deem unrepairable trash may shine all the brighter than gold to another.
The purpose behind exploration conducted within ruin of rust one he would deem uninteresting, though basis less on boredom. Numerous the occasions in prior days rather disheartening the conclusion to lessons centered about book based teachings, ignited tempers permitted to run rampant. Questioned in gentle tones once time had allowed anger to reach a simmer, of little import the structure nor approach for sealed his lips upon the matter. How might he explain the manner pages swam with multi-hued shapes his mind could not parse as letters, his own understanding limited.
Better to simply ignore the issue as a whole, avoided the novels his father held a great fondness for supposedly shared among others. Notion of assembly entirely devoted to such things blatantly out of his favour, if alone did he hold reasoning, but possibility lay there in obtaining the information in different methods. In time may he ponder such, had the idea come to fruition, other things demanded his attention in this moment.
Few the things that offered entertainment that may last beyond a few fleeting moments, taken Salvia with observing the movement of others. In the shade given off by a building, the purpose he cared little to learn of, many acted as shelter or storage and he held no wish to be caught amongst the belongs of another, he sprawled. Clear his view of the central square most structures surrounded in loose formation, the approach staged by Sophiea and her companion drawing waning attention. Pleasant seemed the idea of a short nap yet aside was the notion set, lifting head as he watched her work commence.
Over contraption does she fret, fixated on each aspect that necessitated attention in the process of repair, slow his rise until straight did he sit. Further movement does not occur, however, dissuaded from approaching for too little did Salvia know of the other, her attitude proven to turn upon a dime. Continued his observation until she seemed to wind down, the approach of her avian companion offering only new questions more than it may answers. As the disc was settled into place abandoned his resting place, a single step conducted before the first notes began. Of the conductor and his work Salvia knew nothing, all the same easy the smile pulling lips back as momentum began, slight the bounce in each step.
"How does it do that." Close crowded the cub, ignored the boundaries of personal space to offer the query to Sophiea even as he inspected the record player with an inexperienced eye, fixated on the manner the disc moved, needle following the grooves smoothly. "Can it play more, is it that—" against record claw lightly tapping and a few notes skipped over with this disturbance "—does it make the noise."
[table][tr][td]The purpose behind exploration conducted within ruin of rust one he would deem uninteresting, though basis less on boredom. Numerous the occasions in prior days rather disheartening the conclusion to lessons centered about book based teachings, ignited tempers permitted to run rampant. Questioned in gentle tones once time had allowed anger to reach a simmer, of little import the structure nor approach for sealed his lips upon the matter. How might he explain the manner pages swam with multi-hued shapes his mind could not parse as letters, his own understanding limited.
Better to simply ignore the issue as a whole, avoided the novels his father held a great fondness for supposedly shared among others. Notion of assembly entirely devoted to such things blatantly out of his favour, if alone did he hold reasoning, but possibility lay there in obtaining the information in different methods. In time may he ponder such, had the idea come to fruition, other things demanded his attention in this moment.
Few the things that offered entertainment that may last beyond a few fleeting moments, taken Salvia with observing the movement of others. In the shade given off by a building, the purpose he cared little to learn of, many acted as shelter or storage and he held no wish to be caught amongst the belongs of another, he sprawled. Clear his view of the central square most structures surrounded in loose formation, the approach staged by Sophiea and her companion drawing waning attention. Pleasant seemed the idea of a short nap yet aside was the notion set, lifting head as he watched her work commence.
Over contraption does she fret, fixated on each aspect that necessitated attention in the process of repair, slow his rise until straight did he sit. Further movement does not occur, however, dissuaded from approaching for too little did Salvia know of the other, her attitude proven to turn upon a dime. Continued his observation until she seemed to wind down, the approach of her avian companion offering only new questions more than it may answers. As the disc was settled into place abandoned his resting place, a single step conducted before the first notes began. Of the conductor and his work Salvia knew nothing, all the same easy the smile pulling lips back as momentum began, slight the bounce in each step.
"How does it do that." Close crowded the cub, ignored the boundaries of personal space to offer the query to Sophiea even as he inspected the record player with an inexperienced eye, fixated on the manner the disc moved, needle following the grooves smoothly. "Can it play more, is it that—" against record claw lightly tapping and a few notes skipped over with this disturbance "—does it make the noise."
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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had
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