004 -- [week seventeen | day one] - audio

Jan 04, 2011 06:01

[There was a time in his youth when he could endure countless nights of the chills, huddled in a corner, knees drawn for even the subtlest of bolstered warmth, and unresenting of the nearby mass bundled in covers. It was secondary, the numbness kissing his toes and compelling them to draw, bending to fold under; secondary to feel of pages between his fingers and the complex plot unfolding between the margins. However, that time has since been heavily stifled by excessive pampering that he may have grew to take for granted.

Initially, the luxuries were welcomed in small doses, uncertainty coloring his receptiveness. And, gradually, it grew into a fully grown man expecting his assistant to prepare his snacks and meals on the dot, accompanied by tea of the appropriate makeup. Nearly two decades passed like this, healing fear of neediness and nurturing what many would term more negative, selfish expectations.

By the way, no, he's not taking his return very well.

He may be just a little bit cold.

Or perhaps a bit sugar-deprived.

Maybe he's not taking his death very well.

Then again, the first three were relatively present during previous visits to Kannagara, which leaves the last and, if he's honest, it likely has more to do with losing to Light Yagami than dying.

One could call him a sore loser.

And to top these irritations, he's been exposed to more emotions in the previous two evenings than in the course of his life. Now, perhaps he's being driven by frustration as a result, but he believes it's not a particularly shocking request.]

Would there happen to be any individuals with leather-crafting skills interested in taking a commission?

~edward elric, ~ l lawliet

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