#* merrill.

[ryfts]

         ‘ oh, this must be the longest of shots. ’ it sounds pretty flat and uninterested, as far as lead-ins go. he’s expecting to be disappointed. ‘ you got any idea how old i am? you know, not by— you know, appearance. ’cause the answer to that is ‘not a day over 25.’ ’ he aims and flashes a grin at asa. ‘ in earth years. i don’t know when we are, see? ’

@guardstime,  merry.

[ryfts]

         ‘ your quiet is givin’ me the shakes, here, vee. ’ he’s managed to keep his hands busy to distract from his sincerity, though not his mouth, which twitches as if struggling to hold shut around a secret. 

what’s more in the way of betraying his not-quite-snuffed humanity, merry has been hissing curses as he’s pricked and snipped and stapled himself instead of the pinstriped suit he’s attempting to patch.

         ‘ what atrocities have you committed today? ’

@bornglitch,  merry.