Summer's over, love had left me screaming at the screen
Oh, and it's understood that the both of us are no good
Oh, and it's understood that the both of us are no good
As the girl skips and skitters down the path, the man behind her strolls at an easy pace, like a giant dog plodding docilely on a leash behind a tiny child. It’s fuckin’ hot, and if he didn’t love the little firecracker he wouldn’t be here at all. As it is he hardly looks like himself with the attire he’s wearing. Without his leather jacket it’s more obvious he’s the slimmer of the twin brothers, and that does things to a guy’s ego y’know?
“Nah, I don’t go anywhere but Torchline or King’s End. I’m a professional bum.” He'd considered rebuilding the Society, but that would require leaving his family in King’s End. Sitting with legs sprawled once the honeybee picked her spot to perch, the man looks into her bag with plain interest on his face, knocking their ankles together idly. “Nothin’ interesting. Spoke to Wessex, got into a debate with the world’s most racist dude in Torch, that kinda stuff. Like I said, professional bum.” Snorting a laugh he kicks a rock into the flames. “What about you munchkin? Aside from the quest ‘n all.”
“Nah, I don’t go anywhere but Torchline or King’s End. I’m a professional bum.” He'd considered rebuilding the Society, but that would require leaving his family in King’s End. Sitting with legs sprawled once the honeybee picked her spot to perch, the man looks into her bag with plain interest on his face, knocking their ankles together idly. “Nothin’ interesting. Spoke to Wessex, got into a debate with the world’s most racist dude in Torch, that kinda stuff. Like I said, professional bum.” Snorting a laugh he kicks a rock into the flames. “What about you munchkin? Aside from the quest ‘n all.”
When I go, bury me six feet in snow
BARTHOLOMEW
