Jan 29
You accidentally knock over Enjin's umbrella when you walk past him, half-asleep with your eyes squinting—half there, half lost in the remnants of dreamland—but you catch it before it can clatter on the ground and you apologise to it like it's a person. "'m sorry," you say before resting it on top of the table, oblivious to the beat of silence and the big-eyed stares aimed at you, "there, now you won't fall." You pat it twice like ruffling a child's hair, yawn, and leave... all whilst Enjin's golden eyes follow your figure as you bump against every single object that's in your wobbly path.