#rosetongue

[morphinebless-blog]

“Don’t touch me.”

3 WORD STARTERS.

 ❝    ━    and why would I do that  ?   ❞   an almost instantaneous reaction  ;  his tone, it paints as a strong resentment to avoid the predicted confusion her out of nowhere declaration carries,  as eyebrows frown narrow and helm cants back,  as if he stares her from above ; in a clear intent of intimidation.     who is she ?   who gave her the permission to talk to him,  ━  to approach him,  to breathe the same air as him ?      (  and she ever dares to accusate him so badly !   foolish,  awful,  horrid !   )    shall he shallow his anger for once, muffled between the shadow under his black hat.     people,  people,  people :  how he hated them all.     ❝   do me a favor,  miss  ;  and go away.  ❞

[dualgun]

❛ you look like you could use a coffee right now , old man. ❜

The words aren't ignored to say the least but the lengthy pause that followed might have alluded to the man's irritation. That is before he finally let his gaze drift toward the other. 

"Did you say something? My hearing's not quite what it used to be. Old age and all." Tapping at his ear, the man's amusement sparked along his lips before he turned his attention back to the menu. A late diner visit, ideal to say the least. 

"Late night at the clubs I'm guessing?"