we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
"Definitely worse." It would require you reaching his back, for one. You shove your hands into your pocket with a shrug, meandering along the sand bar and back toward the shore of the bay while he keeps pace with those long, long legs.
So he is Sun-something, boxing ring owner and - so you've heard - some sort of council member with a pretentious as fuck title. Arm-biter, something stupid like that. "Been meanin' to check that out," you remark casually. "Get these old bones back in fightin' shape." Not that they're really out of it, because even in your sort of endless fog of why the fuck am I still alive? you maintain your body in relatively ok shape.
"Zeph." It's not a name that should mean much to Sunjata, unless he's spent his time in very particular circles asking very particular questions, but you watch to see if there's any sort of reaction anyway. "So what brought ya t'Torchline, Birdy? Tired'a the gloom in the Grounds?"
So he is Sun-something, boxing ring owner and - so you've heard - some sort of council member with a pretentious as fuck title. Arm-biter, something stupid like that. "Been meanin' to check that out," you remark casually. "Get these old bones back in fightin' shape." Not that they're really out of it, because even in your sort of endless fog of why the fuck am I still alive? you maintain your body in relatively ok shape.
"Zeph." It's not a name that should mean much to Sunjata, unless he's spent his time in very particular circles asking very particular questions, but you watch to see if there's any sort of reaction anyway. "So what brought ya t'Torchline, Birdy? Tired'a the gloom in the Grounds?"
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