"I like him and I want to be like him."
siken sentence starters / still accepting.
The subway shakes and moves forward, no moonlight spillingor a soul talking. And this was fine as it is; he’s not on all his senses tobe as wary as he should. He’s estimating he’ll arrive in about ten minutes, andhopes that whatever moves the world will give him the balance to not stumble onhis feet when he gets off.
He’s looking at the floor when her steps near.
Now there’s a girl sitting to his right, and Moonsik neverrealized the moment she began mumbling to herself until he rubbed on hiseyelids. She’s so, so talkative and he’s so, so drunk. He’s got his eyes flickeringinto slits and his hands on his pockets when he starts paying more attention;he wants to tie how she went from her parents scolding to her brother’s damnbad habits. But she didn’t say that. Not openly.
If anyone’s out therelistening, then good. But otherwise, that’s cool too.
There had to be something about her voice that kept himgrasping from time to time her ramble, at least until he got off. Moonsiksteals the chance to speak before she can go on about who knows what, voice slow and half-stuck tohis throat;
“I’m listening.”