Nov 21, 2016
starter for one-eyed-moron.
Nose twitch; a NOT so subtle hinge across the table, string danging dangerously close to a fresh cup of coffee. A head tilted to the side, eyebrows dipping over bright eyes -- nose scrunching up in permanent confusion. Smells ‘teresting, the new boy.
❝ -- -- I haven’t seen you ‘round here ‘fore. ❞ A cocktail of accusation && wonder; the result of damned intrigue && a lack of social skills.