His lips thin, and he looks briefly to the bottle. Running his tongue over his teeth, he lets the silence hang. Everyone wants to know what he's feeling. What he's thinking. What he wants. It's all so fucking tedious.
He blinks slowly and takes a swig.
"I feel like the coffee cup that was a bit too close to the edge and fell off the counter. E'eryone rushin' ta see how bad it's broken. If it's just chipped or needs some fuckin' super glue or just to be thrown out."
It's shit to say out loud, but at least it gives him an image to focus on. He sits the bottle down between his legs and takes a cigarette down from behind his ear. He sets to lighting it without looking back to her.
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Date: 2021-09-27 01:04 am (UTC)He blinks slowly and takes a swig.
"I feel like the coffee cup that was a bit too close to the edge and fell off the counter. E'eryone rushin' ta see how bad it's broken. If it's just chipped or needs some fuckin' super glue or just to be thrown out."
It's shit to say out loud, but at least it gives him an image to focus on. He sits the bottle down between his legs and takes a cigarette down from behind his ear. He sets to lighting it without looking back to her.