❛ So like, you know. You know, don't you? ❜ HE BEATS AROUND THE BUSH AS USUAL, FINGERS FIGURATIVELY TRACING PATTERNS. They make marks of accusations against the tabletop. Little suggestions. Polite, though necessary whispers of the latest gossip that he feels so very away from. He smiles beneath the weight of it. Doesn't bother to question what it could mean, but curious notwithstanding prior assumption to not know, not at all. He rests his chin against his palm, stays away from trouble. He's been good at that lately. ✧ @ilmortale
















