[ He agrees down into the act of working the cork out of the neck of his flask, murmured, distracted. The acrid stink of rotgut marks his success, sharp in the air. He swigs before he offers it out to her, eyes lifted to fine moulding around the ceiling, furniture they haven’t yet turned over in search of hidden compartments and probably won’t.
This is just fallout from a bad breakup.
The bed is a nice bed, though. And the duvet is a nice duvet. He draws his second boot up onto it to straighten himself out where he’s propped up, luxurious. Comfortable.
And quiet, for a moment, apart from a muffled jingling amidst the tippy tap of little claws. ]
no subject
[ He agrees down into the act of working the cork out of the neck of his flask, murmured, distracted. The acrid stink of rotgut marks his success, sharp in the air. He swigs before he offers it out to her, eyes lifted to fine moulding around the ceiling, furniture they haven’t yet turned over in search of hidden compartments and probably won’t.
This is just fallout from a bad breakup.
The bed is a nice bed, though. And the duvet is a nice duvet. He draws his second boot up onto it to straighten himself out where he’s propped up, luxurious. Comfortable.
And quiet, for a moment, apart from a muffled jingling amidst the tippy tap of little claws. ]
You've never told me your name.