#mildsung

[voracent]

                                                    MILDSUNG.

                            delicate, soft fingers fumble with  brass keys; they ‘ tink ‘ against one another as she walks side by side with the taller male. her voice, though rather hoarse, fights with the wind as she speaks, nothing important but the day’s business. if he was kind enough to escort her home from work, she may as well indulge him in her well-being, even if it is rather boring. 

                               ‘ and then my mother called, but i was too busy to answer. ‘ 

[miserenti-blog]

( mildsung. )

[mssg:] how am i supposed to know?  [mssg:] i’m not used to this.  [mssg:] go to the store and ask for advice?

[mssg:] take it to the store??? [mssg:] take it to the store, he says. [mssg:] please tell me i don't have to educate you on how THAT idea is VERY wrong. please, salem. restore my faith in you. you're supposed to be the smart one, here.  [mssg:] taking a BLOODSTAINED shirt to the store would NOT be very logical. just think about how a conversation between myself and the cashier would go.