[Thread] ★ Evǝrywherǝ ⋆ und ⋆ Nowhǝre ★
So he continued to doze with the children's rhyme in his head depicting the many failed attempts at the destruction of a certain house cat and it's inability of staying dead-- or away- and the many deaths that lead in the felines wake in each and every attempt made at it. Maybe he was selfish to be thinking only of himself-- but well, when did that ever bother him?
A single black furred cat ear flicked as the boy's arms rose up to slide gloved hands behind the back of his neck, using his forearms for pillows as he enjoyed the cool, yet dank air of the darker more honest Hell of them all.