[ The scruffy lines around his mouth take on a wry twist, shadows folded in around a smile that never quite surfaces once he’s turned his notched ear to face her. Her eyes have a way of catching in him, a barbed hold on his attention.
He thumbs the cork blind back into his bottle. ]
No.
[ Thank you, courtesy borderline in its obstinance. Mister Dickerson won’t hazard a guess. ]
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Date: 2022-03-13 09:18 pm (UTC)He thumbs the cork blind back into his bottle. ]
No.
[ Thank you, courtesy borderline in its obstinance. Mister Dickerson won’t hazard a guess. ]