says,
solrus. // no hard feelings.
‘ ‘ UH HUH. ’ ’ his eyes rolled. this behavior is unsympathetic , but expected of robert. as he nonchalantly omits any further discussion, he stays busy by reaching for his pack of cigarettes. the encasing rends and the brunet is up onto his feet, leaving his GUEST unattended. contact with his lighter momentarily illuminates an amber glow ; behind it, a permanent SCOWL.
‘ ‘ i already told you … no feelings attached. ’ ’
‘ ‘ do i look like a toucan to you? ’ ’ robert gushed with laughter. broad shoulders jostled in a type of inebriated hysteria. a palm socks hugo’s vertebrate. for an abecedary, he has JOKES, or trusts that the little powwow they’re having would be BABIED by such fruity drinks ━━━ although there are days where a man can sentimentally get behind that draft … just not TODAY. he refused to cede the buzz.
‘ ‘ hey FELLA, make those rounds! ’ ’
tcachcr. // starter call.
‘ ‘ ━━━ you’re a paragon of grace and beauty … nowhere near as shitty as HIM. ’ ’ he takes an inhalation, regularly altering demeanors with solitary hues. this conversation comprehensively leaves them both VULNERABLE ; she’s crazy and he’s a conniver, whilst robert falling somewhere in between. just a mutual type of bonkers that is joint as the cigarette is handed. the ambiance has always made mary BLOOM ; their youth showing whenever they’re together.
‘ ‘ … but th’ HELL do i know about marriages anymore … ’ ’
heysalor. // starter call.