( Grip gnarly, like hooking fish and drawing the load in — he's seen crook-backed louts do the work like ants here, milling across the harbour lines, gaze dull like black ice. Looks simple, and she's a slim, slip of a nothing, is girlie — just wilting down, and Kanda, well.
He's a gentleman after every thug's swooning heart. Kindly — )
Go drown where no one's got to smell your corpse after. ( A tell-tale, petulant sniff, as if she's rot-touched already, and not the wealth of dubiously fresh fish enthusiastically peddled by nearby merchants. Like hell you let your Finder waste good coin on this swill and spillage.
There's talk of corpses, and they're absent. Talk of beacons, and no platform to be found. Talk of reliable, sturdy companions — and he's stuck giving ol' daffodil's arm a parting wrench. )
they sleep
( Grip gnarly, like hooking fish and drawing the load in — he's seen crook-backed louts do the work like ants here, milling across the harbour lines, gaze dull like black ice. Looks simple, and she's a slim, slip of a nothing, is girlie — just wilting down, and Kanda, well.
He's a gentleman after every thug's swooning heart. Kindly — )
Go drown where no one's got to smell your corpse after. ( A tell-tale, petulant sniff, as if she's rot-touched already, and not the wealth of dubiously fresh fish enthusiastically peddled by nearby merchants. Like hell you let your Finder waste good coin on this swill and spillage.
There's talk of corpses, and they're absent. Talk of beacons, and no platform to be found. Talk of reliable, sturdy companions — and he's stuck giving ol' daffodil's arm a parting wrench. )
Can't put one foot in front of the other?