Jan 23, 2017
slurred words
“mmmmm, jim-jams?” scor hiccuped out a laugh, stretching languidly like a cat. “we can talk about anything, most of it is nice and it’s like... nebulous.” he mimicked grasping something in long, dexterous fingers. “hypotheticals, morality, s’just listening and sharing and quiet... nice and quiet. calms my mind down, makes it feel like i’m working without having to worry s’much. like a gentle push to think.” his nose wrinkled suddenly, eyes narrowing to slits at the sudden change in his expression. “i am going to set the sweater vests on fire one day.”
