about me. And no, I didnβt get a haircut, though I should .β
A smile pushes his cheek further into the ravine of his bunching knuckle ridges. βRight right, a warning. Sometimes the unexpectedness heightens your senses to notice things.β
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The napkin, now crumpled, becomes discarded as Feeder lightly tosses it back to the surface of the table. Heβs still leaning back, suavely casual, as he chews on an imaginary thought in a mind not his own.
He didnβt need Asherβs constricting mind to ++
think. He had the full abyss of his own, fulfilling existence.
βThat was what you were supposed to tell me,β a cant of a cranium to the side, moving to rest along a meeting knuckle bent at the perch of an elbow.
βI just wanted to see if you saw anything different ++
moving to grab a napkin on his way back into the cradle of his chair. Wiping his fingers along the napkin, cleaning the condensation from his glass that had stuck to the human digits.
βSorry sorry. Smell the mango?β
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Ahββ so she didnβt see it. Heβs intrigued about this. Though the dim lighting in the cafe wonβt expose his eyes, nor the shine of the natural sunlight , he wonders. Those dull, white pupils of his under pointed artificial light.
Feeder leans back, ++
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βDoes anything look different now?β His hands are retracting further - still slow, as not to cause any jolting sudden movements -, but thereβs a hint of a twinging smirk at the edges
apprehension. Asher wasnβt aware of this little ββ blunder. He often wasnβt, when Feeder decided to bring them on adventures, seeping aquatic like spindles of himself into the nervous system and synapses of the musician.
βOne could fix an argument youβve done this before.β
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βHaving fun?β The drawl is unlike Asherβs normal timbre, a cadence more primally guttural, like the dragging of a large tree branch along a dry, cracked forest flooring.
It was the piqued intrigue of an inter-dimensional monster. No fear, no ++