Dick settles into more of a recline, his elbow braced across the back of the bedroll, cold let to creep up through the earth under his seat.
There’s no outward reaction to firm denial, past a twinge of doubt between his brows for the swift finality of it. No. In much the same way a caiman might tolerate a frog’s flopped landing or a scatter of loose dirt from a creature traipsing along the bank, he weathers it with an impassive kind of stillness. His follow-up was curiously specific.
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Date: 2021-09-03 09:09 pm (UTC)There’s no outward reaction to firm denial, past a twinge of doubt between his brows for the swift finality of it. No. In much the same way a caiman might tolerate a frog’s flopped landing or a scatter of loose dirt from a creature traipsing along the bank, he weathers it with an impassive kind of stillness. His follow-up was curiously specific.
“Why a goat?”