[ too bad the boltcutter is their adoptive child now
Anyway, Midnight stares at Kaveh through his explanation, patiently waiting out his irritated pique and imagining the mirrors as Kaveh describes them. Eyes dragging down his irascible form in the same way gravity, in turn, drags Kaveh down into its very depths. He's making the way Midnight carries himself through constant, water-drip constant exhaustion look graceful. ]
I'd like to try that, too. Another day, when we're working on the lights. And please do not be alarmed... I haven't the creativity to come up with theme nights in the plural. You'll be fighting Miss Fearne or Miss Don on that front, I think.
[ ... He can't help it; he reaches out, touches the birdnest at the base of Kaveh's neck. Where are his hairclips? The modicum of self-awareness one needs for a bit of grooming? Forget his lips; Kaveh could use some overall moisture, metaphorically speaking. ]
i live, but at what cost
Anyway, Midnight stares at Kaveh through his explanation, patiently waiting out his irritated pique and imagining the mirrors as Kaveh describes them. Eyes dragging down his irascible form in the same way gravity, in turn, drags Kaveh down into its very depths. He's making the way Midnight carries himself through constant, water-drip constant exhaustion look graceful. ]
I'd like to try that, too. Another day, when we're working on the lights. And please do not be alarmed... I haven't the creativity to come up with theme nights in the plural. You'll be fighting Miss Fearne or Miss Don on that front, I think.
[ ... He can't help it; he reaches out, touches the birdnest at the base of Kaveh's neck. Where are his hairclips? The modicum of self-awareness one needs for a bit of grooming? Forget his lips; Kaveh could use some overall moisture, metaphorically speaking. ]