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census /ˈsɛn(t)səs/ noun an official count or survey, especially of a population. "a creative census"
#censuss ; PANTONE low activity . independent . mutual only . multimuse and oc friendly . multimuse featuring a cyberpunk2077 v , dragon age rook mercar , a baldur's gate 3 tav and some other ocs . 21 + rp blog . created by fey .
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PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN * assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary
are you holding up all right?
thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.
you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.
you're starting to worry me.
is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?
can i get you anything?
i'm perfectly all right.
sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.
you can stop worrying about me now.
you had a moment back there.
what was all that yelling about?
i've worried about you since day one.
can we sit down?
you might feel better if you talk to me about it.
i was hoping we could catch up.
there's a lot more going on than i expected.
it's starting to get to me.
tell me the truth. are you all right?
i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.
i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.
you're a horrible liar.
what was that all about?
i heard you yelling.
it sounded like an argument to me.
what's on your mind?
something's clearly bothering you.
can you just sit still?
you've never been honest with me.
they said you needed to talk to me?
i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.
i know you better than you know yourself.
spill. everything.
that's not what it looked like from here.
i don't want to talk to anyone.
can you leave me alone for a while?
thanks but no thanks.
is this your way of checking on me?
who put you up to this?
if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.
when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.
you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.
there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.
think about the people who love you.
i don't like seeing you struggle this way.
i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.
i just feel so lost.
everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.
there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.
thanks for letting me vent a little.
i didn't mean to word vomit.
you make it easy.
i feel like i can trust you.
no one understands me but you.
thank you for giving me a chance to speak.
thank you for stopping by to see me.
you should come by more often.
the battle's not over.
we still have work to do.
i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?
tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.
if you need anything, you know where to find me.
it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.
no one should ever carry the burden you do.
i think the world of you.
what do they say? this too shall pass.
( * MISC. PROMPTS.
mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.
“i love you.”
“do i know you?”
“do you remember?”
“this section is off limits.”
“we’re closing in ten minutes.”
“this isn’t what i signed up for.”
“this is all my fault.”
“that’s not what i meant.”
“have we met before?”
“are you real?”
“i didn’t mean that.”
“i’ve said too much.”
“i didn’t see that one coming.”
“is nobody going to say it?”
“i wish we could stay here forever.”
“it’s all fun and games.”
“i can’t say it.”
“you can’t run forever.”
“we have all the time in the world.”
“you’ve got this.”
“that shouldn’t be there.”
“i think someone’s listening.”
“i think someone’s watching.”
“we’re not alone.”
“i’m free!”
“maybe in another life.”
“rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“it’s the thought that counts.”
“i feel alive.”
“speak now.”
“so, what’s the catch?”
“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”
“houston, we have a problem.”
“let’s go for a walk.”
“thank you for that.”
“i’ve got a plan.”
“move aside.”
“i’m here to investigate a crime.”
“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”
“oh my god. don’t say that!”
“quick! act surprised!”
“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”
“come here.”
“truth or dare.”
“tell me something i don’t know.”
“is that… is that blood all over you?”
“right, i’m leaving now.”
“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”
“don’t do that.”
“no, you can’t have my number.”
“i’d rather you just tell me.”
“did you also hear a knock on the door?”
“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”
“[he/she/they] did it first.”
“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”
“run! run now!”
“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”
“you’ll never know unless you try.”
“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”
“this is my worst nightmare.”
“there’s nothing much to do but wait.”
a chuckle falls from her lips ; sure enough, that memory's still burnt into the back of her head. as is the smell. it's her way ( her horrible means ) of making small talk. especially with another [ unfamiliar ] face. ‘ probably not the best way t' start off something. but i figured it's something. ’ the moments displaced, if only for a moment, before isabelle huffs a sigh, hands at her hips. she's trying to get better with the whole ‘ meeting new people ’ stuff but that, often times, falls short. especially while awkwardly standing there, her tail wrapped around her leg for the sake of safety.
‘ typically, ’ she exhales, ‘ y' wanna share names. but, what d' i know ? ’ a brow lifts yet she doesn't press. some people just savour their privacy. isabelle's just someone who likes to know others. be it for her own memory, or because they have something interesting about them. this one ? she does ! hence isabelle's huff. yet when it comes to the next round of conversations, isabelle can only crack a smile at the others curiosity.
‘ hestrian. elafu'sari. sounds made up, doesn't it ? ’ a laugh brims with the question, four eyes narrowing on the other. ‘ for ease of explainin' it, no. not from this particular plane. from another one. just like travellin' around. ’ lips twitch as her tail unfurls, swaying lowly. ‘ and what about you, hm ? mysterious duo, and while i've given y' my name … what about you ? ’ so badly, does isabelle want to poke the others arm, but she refrains. self restraint and all that jazz. ‘ wanna tell me about you or should i just … piss off ? ’
a faint crease of puzzlement settled upon her brow ----- and lingered there , unmoving . she was the little princess in the tower , after all; accustomed to recognition without introduction , to her name slipping easily from the lips of those she had never once met . strangers were rare things in her world . the finest treasure in a dragon's hoard was not displayed lightly , nor shared without care ----- and so , meeting someone unknown carried a peculiar weight , an unfamiliar tilt to the moment that she had not yet learned to balance .
❝ bilé . though it may be easier to pronounce it as be'luh ----- forked tongues lend themselves better to infernal speech . ❞ the correction came plainly , almost clinically . not a flicker of emotion broke through her composure , yet there was something in the act itself ( a subtle concession ) that served , in its own way , as an apology . a devil's courtesy: small , precise , and never named as such .
❝ you interest me . ❞ the words were simple , unadorned , but they carried a quiet gravity . for her , it was no small offering; perhaps one of the highest compliments she could give , though it passed her lips without ceremony . ❝ i know nothing beyond cania and this land . ❞ her gaze drifted , distant for a moment , as if tracing unseen horizons . ❝ to move between places so easily ; i envy that . ❞ freedom had never been something she thought to question ----- not until she had begun to sense its absence . ❝ i would like to see the outer worlds . as much of them as i am able . ❞
to make up , perhaps , for a century spent sealed within the stillness of a library where time gathered like dust , and the world beyond the walls remained nothing more than ink and imagination .
"You don't know, maybe I'm really into guys who do origami." There was a grin, a wink, before she filled his cup once more. A simple but clean pour, maybe just a little heavier than she really should have allowed.
Her hand remained on the neck of the liquor bottle even when it was placed back down, gaze sweeping past her guest to the rest of the bar.
"Yeah. Slow night." She admitted finally. "But, you know, a little bit of slow isn't so bad now and then. Kind of a hard thing to find in this city."
It was an errant thought that made her scoff as she put the vodka bottle back under the bar, lest it get knocked over by a stray gesture.
"Or maybe it's just out of my price range. I've always imagined the real top tier earners can just lounge in a hot tub all day and eat... cucumbers or whatever."
The humor was nothing short of intentional, a softer edge to an otherwise biting rant she could have gone on - would have, had she not been working.
a single chuckle slipped through his nose ; brief , sharp , but just loud enough to be heard . it tugged a faint , crooked smile in its wake , like something half-remembered and not worth holding onto for long .
❝ sorry ----- you just ain't my type . ❞ he met her humor where it stood . still , he clocked the pour ; heavy , generous , the kind that didn't come without intention . he appreciated it , quietly . by the time the glass reached his hand , he'd already taken a measured sip , leveling it out like it had always been that way .
❝ don't i know it . ❞ the words came with the weight of memory ( of ‘ easy gigs ' that turned into death traps , and ‘ hard jobs ' that unraveled so clean it almost felt like cheating fate . ) another sip followed , slower this time . the vodka was smooth ; surprisingly so ; sliding down without the usual bite , like it had nothing to prove .
❝ i got a car to match every outfit ----- where's my hot tub? ❞ he glanced around as he said it , missing the joke sitting right beneath him . to him , this was just a bar ; just a drink , just a conversation . not a reward , not a pause . just a gap between the next thing . it had been a few hours since a scanner ping or a job worth the trouble had come his way , and he wasn't about to waste time cruising the city hoping for scraps . not anymore . these days , work found him .
❝ i'm too busy bagging the fuck up for that anyway . that's corpo shit . ❞ he drank again , slower , letting the taste linger this time before his gaze lifted back to her ; steady , casual , like nothing in the world was pressing in .
❝ don't worry ----- you're getting a tip . ❞
MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] @censuss ( Bhaalist!Sal )
Order is a constancy Esteri treasured dearly, for it is predictable. She enjoyed rules, as long as she was the one chiseling them in stone, and as the leader of a church, a high priestess in the most inconvenient way, the bhaalspawn achieved exactly this. Not often did her followers talk back to Esteri. Most wouldn't survive to tell the tale. However, her highness recognized useful tools, separated them from the replaceable ones.
Even if said tools grated on her nerves.
❝ loosen up, quit being so serious all the time. ❞
❝ I have more responsibility than you have affairs, Sal. I am a paragon ; THE paragon. ❞ Not one tilt of head, a voice that was silent, yet undeniably sharp. A calm cadence. The daughter of Bhaal was not in the position to loosen up, nor did she feel the urge to do so. Her father's goal required strategy, and getting messy with it all wasn't honoring his name.
❝ Are our God's demands that insignificant to you as to ignore the seriousness of it all ? If anything, I am strict enough to lead this flock without chaos breaking free. Rather than criticizing me, you should work on strengthening your beliefs. We have one calling. ❞
salvador sprawled across the nearest patch of comfort ----- a rare luxury in the space , and positioned just inconveniently far enough that he had to raise his voice to reach her . not that he minded . drawing attention was as natural to him as breathing; it was why he worked topside while others skulked in shadow and called it strategy . her jab landed , or tried to ----- a thin attempt to tarnish something he wore far too loosely to be stained . his reputation . for what ? being the sort who threw his body , wholly and without hesitation , into the cause ? a tragedy , truly .
❝ my affairs are my responsibility , my queen . they serve you and bhaal just as much as that little goblin scurrying after you . ❞ a pause , just long enough for the smirk to settle in . ❝ now that ----- that is an affair i wouldn't mind seeing in the gazette . you just know he gets off on it . ❞
he shifted , sinking deeper into his recline as though the conversation itself required no more effort than lounging . ❝ i believe ----- ❞ he continued , almost lazily . ❝ that bhaal asks us to play to our strengths . ❞ his eyes flicked toward her , half-lidded with something between mischief and boredom . ❝ and at this moment , yours seems to be shaming your followers ? ❞ a yawn interrupted him , wide and unashamed , stretching through his frame as he settled even further back . ❝ you are so mean ----- ❞ he managed mid-yawn , voice dipping and dragging with theatrical exhaustion .
when it passed , he grinned sharp , irreverent , and far too pleased with himself . ❝ it's so ----- SPICY . ❞ the last word came adorned with an exaggerated flourish of his hands , a mockery of performance , his expression so brazenly cheeky it bordered on inviting divine retribution .
ceaseless perfection isn't as easy as it looks ; often times, her nails are smothered in filth, in an ick the elafu'sari can't quite put her finger on. “ huh, good t' know. ” the sound is clipped, but it comes with the others keen observance. the smell is next to rancid, putrid. least it's just human blood. elsewise, isabelle would've been ‘ concerned ’ — or something like that.
“ guess so, ” isabelle shrugs, her tail curiously twitching, “ somethin' about seein' someone get something on their face. it's a weird thing i've got t' just … point it out. ” a shrug follows as she explains herself. rambling, as some would say. “ one time, i was travellin' with this vampire and he was smothered, all over his back, in shite. it was horrible. the smell was burnt into m' nose. ” it wasn't until after she'd been back to merahki that the aroma was ( finally ) gone. but it did take about sixteen showers … and a bloody nettie pot.
but she won't mention that.
back straightens while she claps off the dust from her hands, four eyes focusing on the other. “ and that'd been keen eyes. ” she mocks herself ( the least she can do, what with being shoved into this questionable situation. ) before offering a less than dirt - smothered hand towards the devilkin. “ name's isabelle, but if y' wanna call me keen eyes, then y' more than welcomed t' do so, bean deas. ”
ugliness was not a matter of form but of failure ; of discipline left to rot , of care abandoned , of a soul turned inward in quiet , festering contempt . she did not mock ; cruelty required a certain looseness she refused to indulge . it was restraint , that sharpened perception , honed her tastes into something finer than most dared cultivate .
she regarded the helpful stranger not with indifference , but with habit ----- meeting her gaze evenly , as one does an equal . no flinching , no posturing . just recognition . they were , after all , two peculiar travelers adrift in a world that seemed stranger .
her nose wrinkled at the description of the vampire . to be cloaked in such filth , to exist so closely with such glaring imperfection ----- it turned her stomach . yet she offered no sharp word , no rebuke . only the quiet , unmistakable tension of her discomfort lingered in the space between them .
❝ isabelle , it is then . ❞ she inclined her head slightly , accepting the name without bow or deference , her posture unyielding in its dignity .
❝ i am not familiar with your language , your accent , or your kind . ❞ her voice carried a measured curiosity , steady and unashamed . ❝ are you of this plane? ❞ to understand , to map the edges of every world she crossed , and in doing so , better grasp the place she herself existed within this one .
Mindfulness.
Plucked from the slightly sticky bar, the napkin swan now rested neatly upon Piper's palm as she observed it. It was simple but lovely in its own understated way.
"I'd say this one is a little more productive at least. All smoking ever gave me was questionable breath." Maybe he didn't see the value in the small thing but Piper thought it was worth plopping on one of the shelves behind her by all the low-tier liquor Circuit Breaker served.
And then her attention was back on him.
"What else can you make?"
It was a slow night at the bar, things tended to be that way. It was why people liked the Breaker -- they came for pool, darts, and to otherwise be left to drink. In a way, it was the eye of a storm in a city that was so often too loud. Too much.
And though Piper knew that, it didn't stop her from chatting with anyone who made themselves at home while she was working. Worse case, people told her to fuck off. Best case, she got some entertainment or her shift.
a hum came in reply ; soft , low . he carried the ghost of a habit in his lungs: the memory of a cigarette lifted to his lips , the slow pull of breath , again and again . they said it dulled the edge of stress , took the bite out of nerves . for him , it had only ever been a veil drawn over the iron taste of blood that lingered stubbornly after a gunfight .
his gaze drifted once more to the small origami swan resting in her hand , then to where she set it behind the counter with a quiet sort of reverence . it sat there like a keepsake , or maybe a promise ( fragile pretending permanence ) . he wondered , distantly , if one day his name might carry enough weight in this city that the little thing would become more than folded paper ----- some relic that drew curious eyes and crowded whispers , a myth disguised as a trinket .
❝ cranes , swans , flowers ----- my best is a cat . ❞ he tipped the glass back , the vodka slipping down smooth and cold , his tone easy , careless .
❝ can’t really make the others outta napkins . paper’s too thin , too weak . ❞ the ice clicked faintly as he drained the last of it , then rapped his knuckle against the bar for another , the sound sharp and hollow . ❝ slow night , i’m guessin’ ----- if you’re sittin’ here askin’ me ’bout paper . ❞
gonna give darling a resident evil verse and cyberpunk verse so i get to play her more .
i know its not sunday but these include some nsfw stuff so under a read more. but have some little facts about the weirdos.
salvador : - sleeps in his underwear because he gets 'too warm' - loves spicy food and chocolate so much, will eat things straight out of the pan/oven . - would take him a few months to get comfortable enough with a friend/partner to burp and fart in front of them . - very tender and sensual lover but can be rough , the partner decides what they want / when they want . - is covered in scars from blood magic and doesnt like people tracing them , prefers his partner to just play with his hair .
hark : - likes baggy clothes to sleep in . will steal his partners clothes . - will eat the blandest of foods possible . but really likes fruit . - he will fart and burp in front of you whenever . - bratty bottopm will brat his way through sex . will bite . - he has freckles everywhere and likes a good cuddle time .
darling : - she never takes her stockings off , cause her legs 'get cold.' sleeps in night gowns and will always do a routine before bed with her hair etc . - dislikes any meat from animals that walk on land . fully pescitarian by being just a picky eater . adores fish , likes spice but only if she can taste under it . - pillow princess who isnt very loud during . - prefers to be the one cuddling / soothing her partner . she likes to be the one that initiates .
be'luh : - will sleep butt naked . in fact she doesnt care if people she doesnt even know see her naked . its their honour . - likes rich foods and sweets ; a good bit of chocolate cake will go a long way . meat , cheese and bread dishes are the favourites . - she doesnt fart or burp or do anything imperfect ( around people .) - dommy mommy . - she intitiates cuddling but its for like 2 seconds when she wants to , otherwise you are not allowed near her .
vincent : - usually sleeps in his underwear but can frequent joggers and being naked depends on the heat of night city . - japanese food and mexican food are his favourite but he cannot handle spice . he does like wasabi and sour things though . - takes a few months to fart in front of his partner , but will politely excuse himself . will politely and quietly burp and likewise excuse himself - boy has some manners . - he is a jack hammer , his partner will be railed into a mattress or flat surface . - he likes a snuggle , doesnt admit it , likes pda , doesnt admit it . he's fine without it , but if his partner bends down infront of him , they are getting a spank and thats final .
love women who dont subscribe to modesty like at all… when someone tells them they’re good at something and they like “yeah i am” “i know” that’s so hot
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
memorize my coffee order, already!
quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.
stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.
give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.
don't move ... a single muscle.
can you teach me how to do that?
order room service – let's be lazy today.
pull out your ID, they card everyone here.
pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.
stop second guessing yourself.
don't say another word.
show me what you've been working on.
we're already late, can you hurry?!
we don't have time for this, [ name ].
just take the compliment, okay?
don't you dare just leave me here.
quit being so stubborn about this.
relax, i've got everything handled.
turn up the music! i love this song.
take my jacket, i'm not asking.
give me your hand, let's take a walk.
order whatever you want, it's my treat.
stop picking fights when you're tired.
meet me tonight ... our spot.
loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.
stay awake, you might have a concussion.
just let yourself be happy for once.
you have to stop sabotaging yourself.
tell me why you're really here.
drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!
quit trying to change the subject.
just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.
follow me and stay close.
just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.
call me when you get home safe.
don't beg, it's pathetic.
stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.
can you [ tie / zip ] this for me?
stop lying to me. tell me what you did.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
tell me what you're thinking right now.
stay quiet until i figure this out.
tell me something i don't know about you.
come dance with me.
get out of my sight.
wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.
take my arm, those heels look dangerous.
let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.
can you stop hovering?
wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.
keep your hands where i can see them.
stop pretending you know what's going on.
find a first-aid kit. quickly!
you can't tell anyone what you saw.
take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.
keep your voice down, they'll hear us.
don't you dare lie to me.
take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.
tell me a story from when you were little.
answer your phone when i call you.
give me your jacket, i'm freezing.
don't get yourself killed.
tell me what you see when you look at yourself.
tell me what you see when you look at me.
stop being so modest about your achievements!
leave them to me, just go.
just admit that you love me.
just admit that you hate me.
come here, let me look at you.
don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.
[ name ], don't make me do this.
drop your [ weapon ].
stay here and wait for my signal.
don't just sit there, move.
take this and run, don't let anyone have it.
pretend you're my [ partner / gf / bf ].
don't look , you'll give us away.
stay with me, don't drift off.
stop pretending like you care.
go make sure the coast is clear.
take this with you. it's a good luck charm.
don't tell anyone about this.
if anybody asks about today, lie.
stop looking at me like that.
tell me you love me.
just kiss me, already.
talk to me in [ language ].
keep your eyes on the road.
stop crying and calm down.
give me one chance to explain.
come with me. there's so much we could do.
wear the [ dress / tie / item ] i gave you tonight.
show me how you like to be touched.
hold my hand.
kiss me, make it look real.
look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?
[ name ] ... will you marry me?
just slow down for a minute. what's going on?
take a deep breath, you need to calm down.
get out of here, [ name ]!
draw your weapon.
go rest. i'm not asking.
take a step back.
keep your promise for once.
quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.
give me a straight answer.
be polite to our guests.
look me in the eye and say that again.
put your feelings aside for a moment.
keep close to me.
here, let me see that.
look up at the sky.
run ... run and don't stop!
get out of here, i don't want to see you right now.
stand up, this isn't over yet.
close your eyes and count to ten.
keep your head down and keep moving.
[ name ], let me past.
listen carefully to what i'm about to say.
don't just stare, come in.
stop laughing, this isn't funny.
take this and hide it from me.
don't make a sound.
the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.
quit causing problems everywhere you go.
just admit that you don't know what you're doing.
stop right there, i mean it.
don't say that name aloud.
just trust me, okay?
stop acting so childish.
call the police. now.
tell me you love me, even if it's not real.
take a good hard look.
stop the car, [ name ].
let me walk you to your [ door / car ].
almost done, just give me five more minutes!
don't make eye contact.
stay out of trouble.
let me see that beautiful smile again.
just do it already, we've waited long enough.
hold me tight, and never let me go.
finish what you started.
tell me what you know.
quit being so melodramatic.
just stay away from me.
turn around. slowly.
don't be scared.
put it down before somebody gets hurt.
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.
grab me my [ item ], will you?
don't make assumptions.
put this over it to stop the bleeding.
get to safety! i'll be right behind you!
stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.
wipe that look off your face.
keep an eye on them.
look at yourself in the mirror.
eat. you haven't touched your food in days.
#censuss ; PANTONE low activity . independent . mutual only . multimuse and oc friendly . multimuse featuring a cyberpunk2077 v , dragon age rook mercar , a baldur's gate 3 tav and some other ocs .
CENTURIES SPENT IN THE HELLS ; treated like royalty . everyday there was resources provided to survive in luxury . countless handmaids dressing , feeding and cleaning her at all hours . these past few weeks there has not been a bath filled with oils and petals to bathe in daily ; but rivers and puddles . and it was beginning to weigh heavily on the devilkin .
FIRST MEETING SENTENCE STARTERS @vahdas : “You’ve got something on your face.”
it could have been owl bear shit , offal , dirt and muck from the ground she slept on . it could have been everything and anything . and it crudely tore at her skin , crawling underneath . imediately a hand raised to feel at and pluck what ever imperfection lay there . fingers traces and scratched at the dry flakiness on her nose . ( it was just blood - thats fine . )
" a trophy it seems . due to its consistency , most likely a day old , human . " she did not make moves to wipe off the rest . this could stay . " i presume i have to say thank you for your forthrightness and keen eye ? "
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'SAKA WAS A RIGID CAGE . now that he looks back on it . a yoke around his neck and a leash held and tugged . the grip only tightened in the manifestation of a routine training excersise moved up or a job for vermin and rats tossed at you . manipulation to the highest degree . thoughtlessness was a controller .
today his trigger finger did not stop twitching , and the anger gnawing at the palm of his right hand , where the hilt of his errata nestled in the callouses between his cyberware , all but ached . and so he kept it busy , kept it moving . folding the napkin before him into the swan he calmly placed on the bar before him .
FIRST MEETING SENTENCE STARTERS @piperafterdark : “That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
" they taught us mindfulness in my unit . meditation is one thing ; but you can meditate with anything relaxing and thoughtful . " he reached for another napkin . no emotion pierced through even though those days brought nothing but rage now-a-days . " poetry writing , tea ceremonies , bonsai trees , all that shit . "
" origami is just a bad habit , like smoking . "
