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“5000₽. 5000₽ and you can have my attention.” he pauses, giving Red time to register the jested implication. “Or y’know, you could give me a good reason.” he stubbornly holds onto his poker face–it’s a matter of pride.
“I have to pay you for your attention?” Wow, Green, and here he thought that you were over this kind of stuff. Oh well, if he wanted to play that game -- “Well... I could go back to Mt. Silver. It’s quieter there.”
You lose it if you talk about it.
Ernest Hemingway, The Art Of Fiction (via wordsnquotes)
[nudge]
“If you got words, Red, you oughta use ‘em.”
“Hm... no reason to.
I was just trying to get your attention.”
[ Red, Green, Moon, Sun ]
Moon : ‘▽’)9!
Put me down!
THERE’S NO WAY IN HELL he’s letting this stop! This is his idea of fun and he’s poking it at any chance he gets! There’s been far too many instances in which Red seems particularly quiet and Green decides that it’s time for a change RIGHT NOW. Upsy-Daisy Red goes, into his grasp, never to come back onto the ground again until he allows it-!!!
“No way - if I put y’back on the ground, I’d just be tempted t’pick y’back up again; you’re too small. Grow a couple inches and I’ll think about it-!” L a u g h i n g continues.
What was that about his height? As far as Red was concerned, Green was hardly taller than him, so it was unfair for him to comment. What was three or four inches? The teen puffs his cheeks up, and just flicks the top of Green’s head.
“You’re not much taller than me, stop bragging. ”
Red complained from over his shoulder. He now settled for folding his arms and placing them over Green’s head. Oh, what a great armrest he was. Surely he wouldn’t mind someone so small putting his arms over his head, and it wouldn’t get in the way of seeing what was around them, right? If he was so short, it wouldn’t be a problem.
“but if you really want to carry me, be my guest. This might be a good thing, Green. If we went somewhere, I wouldn’t be the one having to deal with the exhaustion later. Just you. Fine by me.”
i survived… …but i paid for it
41 Emotions as Expressed through Body Language
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41 Emotions as Expressed through Body Language Unique
This list, while exhausting, is soooo not exhaustive; it barely scratches the surface. And each entry could easily become cliché (if it isn’t already). But, it should be enough to get you started. Want more? Start watching people (not in a creepy way), and take notes of what they seem to do when expressing different emotions. Your repertoire of expression will double in no time. PS—do not use these for actual, real-life body language reading; you will fail. These are strictly novelistic.
Awed -Slack -jawed, raised eyebrows, staring -Frozen, slack body language (Self? What self? There is only Zuul.) -Take a step back and put a hand to his heart
Amused -Smiling and throwing back her head laughing -Slapping her thighs, stamping her feet, clapping her hands -Shaking her head (That’s so wrong!)
Angry/Aggressive -Sharp movements, like shaking a fist, pointing, slashing, or slamming a fist on a table -Flushed face, patchy red blotches -Tension in neck—chords standing out, veins throbbing—and jutting or tucked chin -Arms akimbo, or clenching fists -Entering someone else’s space and forcing them out -Poofing up with a wide stance (I am big! Very big!), arms wide (Bring it!) -Lowered eyebrows, squinting eyes -Teeth bared, jaw clenched, snarling
Annoyed -Pressing lips together into a thin line -Narrowing eyes sometimes with slight head tilt (Why do you still exist?) -Rolling eyes, often paired with a long-suffering sigh
Anxious -Fidgeting, such as tearing grass into little pieces, playing with a ring, or chewing on a pencil -Biting lower lip, swallowing unnecessarily -Quickened breathing or holding breath -Darting eyes -Pallor, sweating, clammy palms -Unusually high-pitched, “nervous” laughter -Hunched shoulders -Pacing
Attentive -Slow head nodding with a furrowed brow -Leaning forward, toward the speaker, and sitting up -Taking notes -Looking over the top of her glasses
Bored -Resting his head on his palm, peeking out between the fingers, maybe even slipping so his head “accidentally” hits the table -Tapping toes, twirling pencil, doodling, and otherwise fidgeting -Staring out a window, or at anything remotely more interesting (Which is everything …)
Confident -Arms clasped behind body -Head lifted, chest out, standing tall -Walking briskly and making firm, precise movements
Confused -Tilting head with narrowed eyes -A furrowed brow -Shrugging
Contempt/Superiority -Lifted chin (The better to look down the nose.) -Pursed lips, sneering, slight frown -Circling a shoulder, stretching her neck, turning away—anything to indicate she doesn’t see the person as a threat or worthy of her attention -Grabbing her lapels, or tucking her thumbs in her waistcoat (See this clothing? It is much nicer than yours.) -Dismissive hand-waving
Cynical/Sarcastic/Bitter -Twisted lips or a half-smile -Sneering, sometimes with shaking the head and other defensive body language -Pressed lips with a slight frown -Eye rolling
Defensive -Crossed arms, legs, crossed anything, really (Well, maybe not fingers … or eyes …) -Arms out, palms forward (Stop!) -Placing anything (sword, shield, book, backpack) in front of her body
Disgusted -Crinkling his nose -Curling his lip and/or showing the tip of his tongue briefly -Flinching back and interposing a shoulder or turning away -Covering his nose, gagging, and squinting his eyes shut—hard—for a moment. (It assaults all the senses.)
Displeased -A plastered-on fake smile (You suck; but I can’t tell you that. So here: a fake smile! Enjoy.) -Pouting or frowning (I’ll cry if you don’t give me what I want—don’t test me, I will!) -Crossed arms and other defensive/frustrated body language (I will not let that terrible idea influence me!)
Distressed -Wide eyes and shallow, rapid breathing -Beating the walls, or huddling into a corner -Clasping hands over his head protectively -Rocking himself -Handwringing -Running his hands through his hair
Earnest/Passionate -Leaning forward, nodding, wide eyes with strong eye contact and raised eyebrows -Hand on heart, or presented palms-up, or otherwise visible -A double-handed handshake (I really want to make sure you understand me!)
Embarrassment -Blushing -Stammering -Covering her face with her hands or bowing her head (I’m so embarrassed, I can’t look!) -Difficulty maintaining eye contact, looking down and away
Excited/Anticipation -Rubbing hands together (I can’t wait to get my hands on it!) -Licking lips (It’s so close I can taste it!) -A vigorous, pumping handshake (I can’t wait to get started!) -Jumping up and down (Look at me being literal here! I am jumping for joy.) -A wide and easy grin
Flirty -Eye play, like winking, looking up through the lashes, over the shoulder glances, and eye catching -Preening, like hair flipping or smooth, clothing straightening, spine straightening, etc. -Striking a cowboy pose, with his thumbs gripping his belt tight
Frustrated -Shaking his head (You are so wrong!) -Massaging temples (My brain—it hurts.) -Clasping his wrist in his opposite hand, behind his back (Bad arm! No biscuit.) -Running his hands through his hair (All this frustration is making my hair mussy. I can feel it.) -Grabbing onto something like armrests, or white-knuckled interdigitation (Restrain yourself!)
Happy -Smiling and laughing -Eyes and nose crinkling -Swinging her arms, spinning loosely, dancing, jumping
Impatience -Quick head nodding (Get on with it!) -Toe/finger tapping (Hear this? These are seconds. Wasted. Listening to you.) -Sighing, checking the clock/sundial/freckles (Time. It is moving so slowly.)
Jealous -Tight lips, or a sour expression -Narrow eyes locked on the perpetrator, to the point of a stare down -Crossed arms, and additional frustrated, angry, possessive, or bitter body language
Lying -Scratching their nose, ear, neck, miscellaneous part of face -Sudden change in behavior or demeanor, including shifty eye contact, lots of long blinking, shrugging -Ill-timed smiles or laughter (This is how I normally smile, right? Right???) -Additional anxiety body language -Shaking head no while saying “yes” (I can’t believe I just lied.) -Licking lips, covering mouth, touching mouth, etc.
Overwhelmed -Both palms to forehead, fingers splayed (This gives me a headache.) -Covering eyes with one hand (If I can’t see the world, it can’t see me …) -Eyes wide and staring into space, hands gripping the table in front of her (… Woah.)
Playful/Friendly -Winking -Waggling eyebrows -Tiny shoves or nudge
Pleasure -Head tilted back, lips parted slightly, eyes wide or closed -Slow, languorous movements, stretching (such as arching her neck or back) -Slight flush, quickened breath and pulse
Possessive -Handshake with arm clasp -Putting hands on or around someone’s shoulders, neck, waist, back, or even just the wall near them -Standing in someone’s personal space, body positioned toward that person -Any one-sided act of intimacy, like running a knuckle down someone’s cheek -Staring down any who get too close
Proud/Dominant -Chin up, chest out, shoulders back -A painfully hard handshake that not only squishes the bones, but also forces his hand on top -Leaning back with his hands behind his head, and his feet up -Strong, unblinking, focused eye contact
Reluctance/Resistance -Arms crossed, sometimes with fists (Not happening.) -Dragging feet (But I don’t wanna!) -Pinching nose (You want me to do what now?) -Clamping hands over ears (La la la la!)
Sad/Upset -Droopy body (and anything held, like a sword), bowed in shoulders, wrapping arms around self -Slow movements with hesitation -Bottom lip jutting out and/or quivering -Crying, sobbing, body shaking, sniffling, wet eyes
Secretive -A tight-lipped smile (My lips are zipped.) -Hiding her hands in her pockets (What has it got in its nasty little pocket?) -Looking away
Scared -Hunched shoulders, shrinking back from others (Don’t hurt me!) -Wide eyes and lifted eyebrows (The better to see them coming.) -Shaking, trembling, or freezing -Rocking from side to side, sometimes holding self (It’ll all be okay, self, it’ll all be okay.)
Shame -Slumped shoulders (Don’t look at me.) -Trouble meeting your gaze, looking down and away -Burying her face in her hands or bowing her head (I can’t face the world right now.)
Shocked -Hands covering her mouth, or mouth hanging open, sometimes with a gasp (If I had words, I would be saying them.) -Freezing and staring with wide eyes and eyebrows raised (Diverting all resources toward staring.) -Smacking a palm into his forehead (Clearly, my head isn’t working right, or I wouldn’t have seen that)
Shy -Avoids eye contact, or has only fleeting eye contact (Eye contact means you might speak to me.) -Keeps a fair distance from everyone, and will back away if someone steps closer (Space invaders!) -Folded arms, head down, and other defensive body language (If I make myself small, they can’t see me.)
Smug -Slight, close-lipped smile (occasionally one-sided) and sometimes one raised eyebrow (I know something you don’t know.) -Chin slightly tucked, Mona Lisa smile, raised eyebrows (I know better.) -Finger steepling (I am so smaaaht.)
Suspicious/Skeptical/Disbelief -Narrowed eyes, sometimes with a sidelong glance or raised eyebrow (Perhaps if I look at it out of the corner of my eye, I will catch it unawares.) -Rubbing his eyes (I can’t believe what I’m metaphorically or literally seeing!) -Shaking his head (I—I don’t believe it.) -Blowing out cheeks (Well , I don’t know …)
Tired -Rubbing his eyes, eyes staring into space, raised eyebrows (Raising my eyebrows helps keep my eyes open.) -Yawning and/or stretching (I am tired—see? Tired! Too tired to care!) -Almost nodding off and jerking awake (Cannot. Stay. Awa—snnnnurzzzz.) -Gritting teeth to stay awake (Cannot—yawn—dang it!)
Thoughtfulness/Thinking -Steepling fingers (I will think better if I center myself and focus.) -Pinching nose, sometimes with closed eyes (Focus, focus—I just need to focus.) -Tugging on an ear (This will help me remember!) -Stroking a real or imaginary beard (People with beards look smart.) -Furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, sometimes tilted head and pressing lips together (I can’t see it—I will try harder!) -Resting his chin on his hand (Thinking makes my head heavy.)
Triumphant -Hands clenched and held above head while grimacing (She is invincible!) -Head tilted back with a yell (She is fierce!) -Arm pumping in the air, jumping (Woohoo!)
Not just a RIVAL [Closed RP with ;;@vcxsilentii]
HE FAILS TO SEE what Red should be sorry about at all. There’s nothing he said or did that made Green particularly uncomfortable - the only thing that made him slightly suspicious in some cases was his nervousness; Red was shaking and though he probably didn’t realise that it was visible to Green, he himself would address that problem, but slowly… he wanted Red to feel as if he was still someone inclined to privacy and personal space. He knew what would happen if he F O R C E D him to tell him.
“Hey, uh, you don’t have to sorry for thinking of me as part of your family, Red. I know it’s hard to thi- nk about ‘em after all this mess… even if I’m not you’re brother…”
THE MOOD DROPS and suddenly everything is silent and the only gesture that Green can offer is his affection in the form of a friendly, comforting hug. He knows that Red prefers his space, but in this situation, the only consolation Green can seem to offer is his honesty and true nature. He knows that remembering this is difficult for his friend and partner-in-crime: It’s a step and a half out of his comfort zone, and even further so when he tries to describe or explain it. Well, Green doesn’t need Red to explain anything to know that he’s the INNOCENT ONE in this sick game of chess… his mom and dad, his king and queen - they’ve been wiped out and Red feels like a useless pawn, surrounded by people who are out to get him.
“It’s okay, y’know? I’ve seen what you’ve been through… y’know I won’t tell anyone if y’cry this time, right…?”
HE DOESN’T WANT TO KILL the atmosphere or anything, but he’s curious… and he feels as if this is somehow linked to the way he feels. If he could just know, maybe he could ease this pressure that Red seems to feel so strongly. He doesn’t pull away, but rather just holds Red closer in an attempt to offer him his bearings, if just for this moment. A slight blush spreads across his cheeks - it’s not particularly visible, but it’s just a pink dusting that seems to enhance his features as he thinks of how to construct his next sentence.
“Well… if I’m no’ch’ure brother, what did you mean? W H A T AM I T O Y O U?”
When the hug came, for a while, Red clung tightly to Green. It was done with fear that he might disappear, the kind of fear that arose whenever he thought about his family. Sometimes he would blame himself, even when he had nothing to do with their deaths. Why was he the only one to live? Why did everyone have to die so brutally? He didn’t want anything like that to happen to ANYONE else, and that was why he had to be strong -- him and his pokemon. They had to protect their loved ones.
“I know... but I... I’m okay.” He swallowed, trying to settle the shaking that had now taken hold of his voice as well. He doesn’t want to cry, he doesn’t want to show weakness right now. He was trying so hard to leave his past behind him. He hoped that Green would understand that he wasn’t trying to keep anything from him. Fingers moved to cling to the back of Green’s jacket when he was asked about what he meant, and he leans into the hug, so that he was closer to his friend’s ear. Nervous energy built up some when he spoke, but he was happy that he was saying it. Finally.
“Everything, you’re always there for me.” Red whispers softly. “I love you, Green.”
More than a brother, ha. That had been an understatement. He understood if Green couldn’t return those feelings, but he didn’t want him to leave. He was the only one he had.
Not just a RIVAL [Closed RP with ;;@vcxsilentii]
@vcxsilentii - Cont. from this post [x]
“Well, not a COMPLETE loser, but sure. If y’want, then pretend that’s what y’just heard.” Queue sass.
THOUGH RED’S LITTLE JOKES aren’t all that funny, he allows a giggle to pass through his soft lips as he throws a wild card and pulls a joke on him about his silence. God knows that he doesn’t really mind whether his RIVAL is silent or not - he just enjoys spending quality time with his friend. ‘Friend…’ he starts to think.
“It’s the fact that you’re still awkward, even after ALL these years I’ve known you. When you crack jokes that aren’t funny like now and I still laugh for you. I guess that’s why I put up with your silence, loser.”
HE LISTENS TO HIS CLOSE FRIEND very attentively. When Red stops abruptly in the middle of a thought that he made sound important at the time of addressing it, Green is caught off guard, but he certainly noticed Red’s discomfort and he’d been able to admit he was keen on helping him out if he wasn’t too busy calling him a loser and denying all the compliments from before.
“No, Red, I’m listening- what is it? Y’know, I am YOUR FRIEND. Y’can still tell me things.” He’s genuinely concerned. Red looks… S T R E S S E D to all H E L L.
“Oh... okay.”
Red accepts, and falls silent again for a short moment. This kind of thing was something that he had grown used to, that made him comfortable. It was normality. He would never get a big compliment straight out, but this was enough. It made him happy, too. Green even got a little smile from him.
‘Thank you.‘
”I know you care, even if you call me a loser.”
Green could try to keep up his teasing and cool act if he wanted -- he would still understand. They were just like that. They understood eachother.
“Awkward? Huh? I’m not funny?”
Wow Green, talk about rude. It wasn’t like he tried to be awkward. He wanted to try and talk more, but words never expressed his feelings as much as actions did. He relied on actions more than anything. It was just him to do so.
When it came to addressing where he had trialed off, he shifted nervously on his feet. It was embarrassing that his friend had caught it. He wanted to just let it go to avoid any other awkwardness. “I don’t know exactly...it was just a thought, but.... Green, you’re more than a rival to me, too. Um...”
‘Um’, even if Red was quiet, that wasn’t often something he said. He kicks the ground lightly. His friend -- his only friend. He was scared. He didn’t want to lose Green by saying something stupid. All of this made some awkwardness stir up lately though, and he couldn’t shake it off. “I... I might... like you more than a brother... you know?”
And there came a sudden shaking to his body, and a twisting to his stomach. These were things that could make Green leave him behind. He didn’t want that.
“I’m sorry.”
"don't leave"
vox–silentii; Time to get some writin’ on-!
Red? Of all people, Red’s the one that comes running to him when Green feels like he need to leave this place, leave everything he knows behind - his HOUSE, his Pokemon Gym… everything he’s ever relied on to make a living && live, not just survive. It’s sort of endearing to Green - that Red cares enough about where he’s going, about not being left behind, despite his little episode with Mt. Silver… but it’s to be expected. He is his best friend and he knows that Red places all the TRUST he can in Green, even with pistanthrophobia plaguing his insides, causing him to isolate himself to a life of EXILE. Green knows that the last thing Red needs is to be left all by himself, even if it does give Green the benefit of the doubt if he does leave… && RED IS A CONSTANT REMINDER TO A LOT OF THINGS.
“Why shouldn’t I…?”
Maybe Green had a point.
If there was nothing that he wanted to stay for, then it was his choice to leave. To go away. Besides, going new places led to new experiences and friends. It could be better for his friend, but that didn’t mean he could just gladly let go of his sleeve and allow him to go on his merry way. He couldn’t just put on some smile and let him leave his life, for what could be forever.
Red had a problem with communication, he had a problem with expressing his feelings, and in moment like now, things like that were necessary – crucial. The words, however, just wouldn’t come out. They were heavy on his tongue, and weighed on his mind.
“Because…”
Somehow, as the words settled in his mind, his grip loosened, and he dropped his hand down to his side. Should he let Green do what he wanted? With what he was doing to Green now, he was being a hypocrite. He isolated himself from everything, staying on Mt. Silver for years. He couldn’t just make Green stay now. Besides, if he cared, he would return when he needed him most.
Maybe… he should trust that feeling.
“… Ha.
No … forget it. It’s nothing, really.
It’s what you want to do, right?
If it is, then just go – do it. ”
And don’t let anything hold you back.
A friend shouldn’t be holding another behind, especially if it was claimed to be something that the other wanted to do. That was selfish, and though Red would prefer Green sticking around, that wasn’t exactly his choice. He could come and go whenever he wanted to. That was just how things worked.
The world kept moving, whether a person liked it or not.
“Wherever you go, I wish you luck, got it? As your friend, and rival.”
Part of Red hoped that Green would change his mind about this, or at least ask him to come along. But that wasn’t something he could communicate. He just wanted the best for him, and this was how it came out.
So … maybe he deserved this, or so he thought.
"I can't sleep."
vox–silentii; I feel that he’d knock him out for waking him up just to tell him he can’t sleep. Oh my God, help, stop me from writing that. ;n;
He doesn’t even turn around to face Red; he’s just frustrated that he’s been woken up, probably unable to get to sleep again… Red has only woken him up to tell him that he can’t SLEEP… for God’s sake, Red, when will you learn that he doesn’t CARE?
“Tellin’ me ain’t gonna help y’sleep…”
GRUMBLE, GRUMBLE…
It was a nightmare that had caused Red to have trouble sleeping. But, he wouldn’t say it out-loud. That was embarrassing. Instead, he did something he hardly ever did, he without a word just cuddled up next to Green, closing his eyes tightly. He was uncomfortable with proximity, yes, however, when there was a greater fear in question, something like this was actually comforting. His heart was still pounding from the said nightmare, and his body shook with fear. Everyone had been gone, hurt – murdered like his parents. It was a bloodbath that he had to see once more, and it was terrifying.
After some time, the tears that had been held back finally began flowing down his cheeks, and he had to be careful not to sob out-loud. He was still trying to hide it, he didn’t want to openly cry, right in front of his best friend. But he clung to him, tightly, and it was fairly obvious that something was on Red’s mind.
“C-Can I… stay here with you…?
Please?”
He couldn’t blame Green for being upset that he had woken him up, he was sure it would be annoying, yet it did make Red a little afraid to ask. The other had been blunt, to the point, and he wondered if he had the patience to listen to his words at the moment. Understand why he needed him right now.
(TRUTH) "Hey, Green? What did you mean when you said that you think of me as MORE than a rival?"
@vcxsilentii; This one’s for you-!!!
THE QUESTION CATCHES HIM just when he’s not expecting Red to say anything. He thought he’d stay quiet like he usually does, but for this question to come forth before Red even proposed the idea that they discuss something… Green could never plan the way he’d respond to this and putting him on the spot seemed to make him freeze up, despite the violent chills wrecking the inside of his body and nudging his every nerve.
“Well, you’re not just a RIVAL. You’re a friend, too. I haven’t forgotten, you know.”
HE SMILES upon remembering their childhood memories. He used to be so close with Red and things used to be different, despite the fact that Red was still relatively quiet, even then. The tragedy that Red had lived through was always in the back of Green’s mind and he couldn’t quite place his finger on why - he made it clear that he still cares, but to have Red in his mind, even if he’s his last thought… it rattles him a little; it was never like that - not when they were young, but recently, since he’s grown and become someone he knows is admirable (as you can clearly tell, by the rate he brags), he has seemed to develop some sort of… attachment, let’s say, to his friend.
“A close friend… one that I find myself counting on when I KNOW I have my own priorities to worry about…”
“Like the brother I never had… except he’d definitely talk more than you do. You’re pathetic.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he smirks at his silent friend.
HE CAN DO HEARTFELT when he wants to. It just takes time for him to warm up, but Red would know that: He’d be the first to know out of all Green’s friends.
Really? Green had made it seem like something more serious than that on multiple occasions, but knowing his best friend and rival well, he wasn’t going to press him for information right now. That might just make the guy come and take all of these nice things that he said right back, or at least deny that he ever brought them up, if he were to mention them afterward.
Green was different than him with affection, because while one would think that HE was the one that would keep secrets due to his quiet nature, he was the one that made things obvious. He would say some things straight out, or if he was in one of his REALLY quiet moods, would show it through his actions. Why did Green have to make everything so complicated? Normally he couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but sometimes--
Sounding a sigh, Red would start to ponder.
“OK, so I’m not a loser then?”
Red tried to joke, yet failed miserably as there was very little change in his tone. People couldn’t say that he didn’t try. Yeah, Green was important to him, too. Really important. He was the one person in Pallet Town that actually became friends with him, without making assumptions about him like everyone else. He reached out when everyone else made rumors about him being a coldhearted monster. Who knew where he would be without Green? He didn’t want to know. Would it be worse than his Mt. Silver incident?
“Hm... but you’ve dealt with me for so long... you must not really mind my silence so much after all. Ha.”
A smug smile of sorts made its way onto his face. If Green was going to poke fun at him, he was going to poke back. That was how it had always been, and how it always would be. Then, a realization hit him.
“But Green, what about ...”
Well, maybe he should be quiet. Right, just leave things be. He guessed that Green HAD to tell the truth right now. So what could he hide? He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“No...
Nevermind. Thanks.”
GREEN SIMPLY CHUCKS THE COAT at his friend. Red had spent way too much time upon that mountain previously, and though it was only a little bit of snow, Green could feel the anger boiling inside of him - those were NOT the best memories he’d like to remember and he DEFINITELY DOES NOT want Red to revert back to his old, introverted self.
“WEAR IT.” He orders without another word. He should hope that Red throws the coat over his own shoulders without speaking. He’s keen to take care of his friend.
For a while, Red stares at the coat that was thrown at him. He understood what the gesture meant, even before given an order by Green, but the question of why the other would hand over his own coat was beyond him. Wasn’t he going to be cold now? He didn’t need the coat, and Green did. Still, it did touch him -- that Green would even make that sacrifice for him, he means. “I will ...”
He placed it over his shoulders and held it close to his body gratefully, giving a nod of thanks to Green. It smelled like him, too.
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Make a habit of two things: to help; or at least to do no harm.
Hippocrates (via fyp-philosophy)
Green: *squishes two slices of bread on the sides of Red’s face* Green: Red, what are you? Red: An idiot sandwich.
