â   thank  you  for  meeting  me  for  lunch   ,  â   honey - coated  tongue  speaks  so  sweetly   (   a  sundew  in  a  white  collared  shirt   :   a  carnivore  in  waiting   ).   â   you   must   tell  me   all   about  your  journey  here.   â   she  swirls  her  straw  absently  between  her  fingers.   â   and  what  your  plans  are   now.   â
        @morozxmiâ  liked  for  a  starter!
eyes remained fixed, focused, unflinching on the metal grooves of theÂ
small table. in itâs dull, scuffed hue, faces are morphed and twisted into unrecognisable visage. an early winterâs sun spot does little to warm the bones, and does nothing but refract itâs glistening lustre onto pale features.
her words are so soft, a sheepskin worn welcome. the wolf beguiling in granddaughterâs supple flesh. Â
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     a SNAP !  head convulses to the left -- shoulder rolling asÂ
      involuntary spasm afflicts. a short, sharp twitch thatÂ
      draws deep breath and exhale out the nose.Â
digits reach round to the back of his neck, scratching tender flesh furiously
with stained finger-nails. such grotesque imperfection in stark contrast to the
young manâs angelic artifice.Â
          â mmh ---------â
 a simple hum of understanding, acknowledgement of the statements
presented forth. sweet lips form smile, dark eyes fluttering up to the other with such unprecedented warmth.Â
           â thank you for inviting me, hm? â
gratitude is expelled, returned back to sender with civil forehand volley.
a candied, boyish beam as his hand, trembling, moves to pick up his
small cup of tea.
           â my journey here? of course. but it really is not that
            interesting. after all, it was about the destination.
            but i am enjoying america so far. itâs interesting.
            the city consumes its consumers.â
the pink haired boy takes a sip from his cup, cold hues of dark mocha drinking in every inch of her expression. to see the author of deep font upon a crack phone screen in the flesh--- from an overseas acquaintance on a blog to real, breathing, pulsing vessel.       how exciting.
           from the depths of his trench coat, the man retreieves aÂ
           book. spine well-worn, the coverâs glossy corner retreating
           after such stuffy confinement within garments.
         an abomination imposed on the world, the mere feeling of
         the cheap paper in dirty hands is another to spur anotherÂ
         sharp jolt, twitching as he presents it on the table.
             â my plans are just as i said. Â
                      the newest âissueâ was printed.
              --- it can be easy for one more. friend.â
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