first. &, video.
[ if exhaustion had a poster face, this would be it. the eyes, in actuality, may very well belong to Bambi. you know, if Bambi’s eyes were a deep, leafy green versus a fawn brown. all naturally lengthy and thick fringed. but, they’re hollowed on the under edge with purple and an intense need for proper sleep and nourishment. lips are a bit chapped and colorless. dehydration? there's a single, shaky breath. then: ]
If they’re false, I wonder why the clothes are the same.
[ nope, sorry. his voice won’t confirm 'male' or 'female', for those curious. while any amount of emotion is severely lacking, it’s still youthful, yearling, and ambiguous. a tired, bored early-teen girl. or, a tired, bored prepubescent boy. childishly soft spoken and apathetic are, indeed, the only certain detectable things in it.
eye brows pinch together - concern? concentration? he exhales again, this time with eyes closed in an aura of: 'this is a troublesome situation.' ]
Hey, hey. [ careless. ] Don’t make it too complex; I have a head ache. The clothes are definitely the same.
[ the quietest sort of mocking. unless you’re used to his subtly at dry humor and sarcasm, it may go unnoticed. he is, in fact, ridiculing the system. in so many words, and lack of tone, crying out, 'bullshit, bullshit.' ]
Rate me. Did I get a good score? Oh, yeah. Something else: [ his tone pitches up with sugar, ] mystery novels are always badly written and really cliché.
If they’re false, I wonder why the clothes are the same.
[ nope, sorry. his voice won’t confirm 'male' or 'female', for those curious. while any amount of emotion is severely lacking, it’s still youthful, yearling, and ambiguous. a tired, bored early-teen girl. or, a tired, bored prepubescent boy. childishly soft spoken and apathetic are, indeed, the only certain detectable things in it.
eye brows pinch together - concern? concentration? he exhales again, this time with eyes closed in an aura of: 'this is a troublesome situation.' ]
Hey, hey. [ careless. ] Don’t make it too complex; I have a head ache. The clothes are definitely the same.
[ the quietest sort of mocking. unless you’re used to his subtly at dry humor and sarcasm, it may go unnoticed. he is, in fact, ridiculing the system. in so many words, and lack of tone, crying out, 'bullshit, bullshit.' ]
Rate me. Did I get a good score? Oh, yeah. Something else: [ his tone pitches up with sugar, ] mystery novels are always badly written and really cliché.