∟ ( starter for: @versparadis )
"do you ever think about how much you could store in the hollow of hard cover book? i mean, damn, no one would suspect anything... -- you could probably get away with stealing some real expensive shit.” rowan mumbled as he gently traced the rim of his glass, rippling the liquid inside of it. he had been consuming scotch the entire time he had been here; allowing it to take the edge off. perhaps his tipsy state was the reason behind his chatty mood as rowan is not one to talk much. he doesn’t dwell on it, though, instead he simply absorbed the tranquillity of the moment and cherished that he had nowhere to be, that he could just exist. “do you think anyone’s tried and it and gotten away with it? i’m tempted to do it myself to see if it would actually work.” rowan said after a moment, fingers tapping against the table in a steady rhythm.