"Well you know what they say. You are who you hang with."
“THE CRAFT” SENTENCE STARTERS
“Uh, is that so?”
In a state of nonchalance, only a mild expression of interest flits over her features; hastily it’s replaced with a look of indifference, finger twisting in the loose locks. Philosophies as such were not all so foreign, but since the return to the motherland Yura’s company changes on a daily basis. It doesn’t so much as apply to her, and in reality, it never has. Scouser schoolmates were merely selected by default -- for she, the token Asian, existed to fulfil the necessary minority quota -- and although memories of mirth remain, there lacked any real substance.
Illumination occurs as a dawning realisation peers from the stoic expression, canines flashing and eyes crinkling into crescents. He may think her mad -- wouldn’t be the first time. Frankly there was little hilarity to her thoughts, yet Yura was on the brink of laughter; truths were often the source of (both sorts, pleasant and not so pleasant) tears. Upon her cheeks, roses blooms and gaiety in her words. “I guess that means i’m no one, right?”
