. . her frown slowly disappears , replacing itself with a slight smile .
โ thank you . . . food should be enjoyed after all , not just consumed . . . โ
A tilt to his head.... Staring at her for several seconds without saying a word
But complying, slowing his pace down to better savor the variety of flavors
It's night; the moon casts a feint glow, the humming of street lamps as he stares out into the neon Paradise of Miami's nightlife.
A cigarette pursed in-between bandaged fingers... Simply taking a moment to ponder questions he's been asked
His phone begins ringing, no doubt it's for another house call... Walking towards it he grasps the telephone picking it up, sure enough the person on the other end begun giving him directions disguised as a house cleaning business... Setting it back down he began to head out
@CHRONOSJUNKIE She eased the loneliness and although he struggled to understand others.... She was someone he never found himself failing to understand.
โYou're... Warm.... Comforting.โ
A man of very few words
@CHRONOSJUNKIE It was clear he was touch starved. He didn't have any human interactions, even before the bomb that decimated Seattle... Killing his one friend. As she clung to him he hesitated before wrapping both arms around her torso, head nestled into her neck
โWell... Small price to pay.โ
@CHRONOSJUNKIE as well as newspaper clippings of his various "jobs" scattered the kitchen counters. Taking a moment to look himself in the mirror before placing a fresh set of clothes on, he exited)
There.... Is that good?
@CHRONOSJUNKIE (as the shower rained water upon him, it turned red as it washed away the combination of dirt, grime and blood. After awhile the sound of the water dissipated. His apartment wasn't clean, very clear he didn't take good care of himself. Empty pizza boxes covered the tableโ
@CHRONOSJUNKIE Fineโ
(A sigh escaping him. Almost sounding disappointed, his clothes covered in blood, as the usually were. Turning he headed towards his bathroom. The sound of running water following after)