11-13-2020, 06:43 AM
Feigned ignorance may only allow a flimsy defend, beneath scrutiny falling away with little fanfare. Heavy the prying weight, observed his prior movement and subsequent halt, away turned as though such may be enough. Upward shoulders shifted, a hunch that drew head down, stilled movement that drew his claws through the soil, yet deep still were they buried. Tip of tongue weighed by words, explanation fizzling out as the simmering heat abated, the worry that acted as origin twisted into resignation.
Muffled the words, back ears flicking and attention turned, brightened the smile adorning largely hidden muzzle. A peace offering may it have been, sheepish the quality as he voiced a soft sound, stolen words that threatened to spill forth. Too much was there, a jumble of explanations and pleas sealed behind lips pressed together hard.
"My job." Quiet the words Foam uttered in response to supposed joke, though over his head had it gone with ease. Rather evident that such had begun, the aspects he observed within others taken and made into his own, for better or worse. Into her touch did he lean, request to prolong the moment dying on his tongue even as the derise lingered, attention diverted as Medusa begun her meal.
[table][tr][td][/td][td]Muffled the words, back ears flicking and attention turned, brightened the smile adorning largely hidden muzzle. A peace offering may it have been, sheepish the quality as he voiced a soft sound, stolen words that threatened to spill forth. Too much was there, a jumble of explanations and pleas sealed behind lips pressed together hard.
"My job." Quiet the words Foam uttered in response to supposed joke, though over his head had it gone with ease. Rather evident that such had begun, the aspects he observed within others taken and made into his own, for better or worse. Into her touch did he lean, request to prolong the moment dying on his tongue even as the derise lingered, attention diverted as Medusa begun her meal.
I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made
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