A book at hand, a pencil on another; scribbling rapidly—glued to his own writings until the lead was reduced to a stub.
Folding the companion shut, papers clapped and securely pressed, he sighed in content.
@IronFistRebel Not another word exited from parched lips, casting his uncaring demeanor bluntly. Having silence become the response, he marched onwards to the distance ahead.
❝ I care little for your grudges. ❞
Moving on, the gap between opposing statures grew thus leaving.