He shrugged, but gave Flora another light smile; he’d have no argument against hot spring ventures either. But whether they’d all be borne into patience or fortune would only be conjured for the future, and so he nodded, understanding the need for substance, nuance, and movement all over again. “Good luck.” Though at her last statement, his eyes widened for a fraction of a second, perhaps at the mere horror, reluctance, and thought of a karaoke party; at least it would keep up the formalities of pretenses. “Only if I do not have to sing.” And could be in a corner, brooding ominously instead.
[FIN]
[FIN]
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
