It's lamentable how few individuals understand flirtations around here.
( A shake of his head, the cluck of his tongue. With the scroll handed over, he's as at ease in his own skin as he was before. Perhaps more so, as he continues ignoring the chatter of the ghosts, increasingly more flustered as they are for the whole abandonment of their Dream of the Cooking Pot.
More, something different, something else. Full of demands without promise. )
People hardly need paper to induce their madness. Some craft it themselves. Some slide there over time. Some never see they're there. Do I wonder which kind the men here are? Ones who've earned their madness, perhaps, or their anger. There's plenty of that festering, love.
( Then he turns away, back to searching through cupboards and now the lower shelves, trusting his nose. )
no subject
( A shake of his head, the cluck of his tongue. With the scroll handed over, he's as at ease in his own skin as he was before. Perhaps more so, as he continues ignoring the chatter of the ghosts, increasingly more flustered as they are for the whole abandonment of their Dream of the Cooking Pot.
More, something different, something else. Full of demands without promise. )
People hardly need paper to induce their madness. Some craft it themselves. Some slide there over time. Some never see they're there. Do I wonder which kind the men here are? Ones who've earned their madness, perhaps, or their anger. There's plenty of that festering, love.
( Then he turns away, back to searching through cupboards and now the lower shelves, trusting his nose. )