#terriblefool 01.

[frauddity]

@terriblefool.

something in her phrasing causes jay to stall out. he’d been keeping up just fine until she mentioned who sent her here, to lightning fast. her. here. he bets he could buy his apartment with one of her shoes.

         ‘ mike? ’ he asks, like it’s going to help the confusion. he holds a hand over his head, swipes a line through the air with a flat palm just above the 6 foot mark, about where mike stands. he frowns, too, both to paint a clearer picture of mike and to punish himself for how he’s about to refer to him, which he can feel is as beyond his control as a sneeze. ‘ my mike? ’

[twosense]

@terriblefool​.

without a parallel experience, oswald’s commentary—granted, mumbled to begin with—can fly comfortably under the radar of the audience that is his immediate company. there are in-jokes for close-listening fellow sufferers.

         ‘ these ceremonies really are the most dreadful. every one of them the same, ’ he says, carefully low, to himself. ‘ and they expect us to watch on without moral objection. ’