i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El could only stop and stare for a moment as George very nonchalantly set aside the needles and yarn, greeting them with his familiar cocksure grin. It's not as if they could judge him at all, everyone had their own hobbies, but...they would never have expected something like this. Perhaps they were generalizing overly, but the type of person El thought of when they thought about knitting was kind little old people with too much time on their hands. They certainly did not think of 30-year-old roguish thieves.
After the initial shock passed, they felt their chest quivering a bit, then they giggled, then they laughed a little harder, and then they truly began to guffaw. It took them about 45 seconds on the whole to calm down, releasing shaky breaths with their hands on their knees, reaching up to wipe a tear from their eye, minute chuckles sneaking their way out here and there.
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, I just--" they had to break their sentence off to snort once more, "I never imagined you'd enjoy doing something like that. I mean, if you make clothes and things, that's pretty cool, actually. I can't do anything like that."
After the initial shock passed, they felt their chest quivering a bit, then they giggled, then they laughed a little harder, and then they truly began to guffaw. It took them about 45 seconds on the whole to calm down, releasing shaky breaths with their hands on their knees, reaching up to wipe a tear from their eye, minute chuckles sneaking their way out here and there.
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, I just--" they had to break their sentence off to snort once more, "I never imagined you'd enjoy doing something like that. I mean, if you make clothes and things, that's pretty cool, actually. I can't do anything like that."
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
