[ A low, insouciant laugh. The near-exaggeratedly exuberant way he presents himself clouds for a hairline fracture of a moment, making way for a mercurial blankness that sits just under the surface of his careless geniality.
Almost like nothing really matters to him, one way or the other. ]
How right you are! We whistle through one hell to the next, holding broken hands with strangers until we've no fingers left.
[ His voice is a pleasant drawl; arms open, as if appealing to an invisible crowd. ]
No quarter, no solace. What point is there in hoping, when the terms of our contract here are written in despair?
Yet still, I find that I'm compelled to laugh through it all. A farce, all of this!
npnp!! def open to handwaving this for your poor inbox's sake, if you need...! π
[ A low, insouciant laugh. The near-exaggeratedly exuberant way he presents himself clouds for a hairline fracture of a moment, making way for a mercurial blankness that sits just under the surface of his careless geniality.
Almost like nothing really matters to him, one way or the other. ]
How right you are! We whistle through one hell to the next, holding broken hands with strangers until we've no fingers left.
[ His voice is a pleasant drawl; arms open, as if appealing to an invisible crowd. ]
No quarter, no solace. What point is there in hoping, when the terms of our contract here are written in despair?
Yet still, I find that I'm compelled to laugh through it all. A farce, all of this!