( It seems... somehow dangerously less sensible when it's spoken in summary, like a flat declaration of every one of the world's absurdities.
Even absent a fair amount of flesh, a working sense of direction and any concern for living morals and modesty, master Augustus seems... a little at a rhetorical loss, mouth gaped open, shoddy to close, open again.
Then, with a shrug echoed by half the dead of the deck, as a matter of habit: )
no subject
Even absent a fair amount of flesh, a working sense of direction and any concern for living morals and modesty, master Augustus seems... a little at a rhetorical loss, mouth gaped open, shoddy to close, open again.
Then, with a shrug echoed by half the dead of the deck, as a matter of habit: )
Aye. It be like that.