@foolnoosed
“Little voices left to rot and plot—the clenching of your teeth might help you sleep.” They take a long drag from their cigarette and tilt their head. Hair casts over their eyes as they give the grave looking man a small, private smile. “Something’s bothering you.”
❝ many things bother me. it is the nature of the job, i think. nothing that can’t be cured with good company & perhaps a drink. ❞ he smiles, though it doesn’t meet his eyes. ❝ i don’t suppose i could convince you to join me . . . ? ❞

















