Closed rp with new-kakyoin
Although he was sommeil, there was an instance of a dysfunctional sensation which disturbed him in his sleep. There was just so much; too much, going on in his head at the moment. And he wished desperately on every shooting star ; gold and yellow foils of light that streaked the sky in an elocution he wished to preserve; distinctly, with each pastel digit that extended foreword from calloused palms.
He picks at his nails, watches out the window. He was completely and utterly solitary. Then there was a knock at the door.









