Nick Cave goes on yet another tangent about Kylie Minogue’s ass wrapped up in her tight golden shorts, or whatever, deep into the pages of the Death of Bunny Munro and Job is sucking on his third cigarette of the day, hoping that the smoke might do something to calm the grumbling of his empty stomach, even if eleven years of smoking have proven otherwise. It is only when a movement at the corner of his right eye forces him to do so that he points a finger as a placeholder in the middle of the paragraph he is currently on and turn his attention away from the book --- hurriedly thereafter snapping it shut at the sight of a prepubecent girl inspecting the black-on-black bunny illustration on the front cover, a neon-pink tongue protruding from its mouth.
“Uh --- hey?” He offers with half a smile, crooked and tugged to just the one side of his face, before hurriedly snuffing the only halfway-smoked cigarette out against the sole of his boot lest she breathes in any of his smoke. “Nice, huh?” Glancing, shortly, at the cover, then quickly back to her, “You like bunnies?”
@averygaye plotted a thing.
