His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
Well this is going absolutely grand. You've insulted him again, you've come up with an activity he can't partake in, and now your palms are somewhat sweaty because he's mentioned being a cheap date which, Mort's tears, you did not mean to invite him on a date.
Not that it would be terrible to go on a date with him - not that you want to - you don't want to date anyone, and even if you did you would have no idea what to do, and probably fuck it up like you are right now and gods if the earth could swallow you whole that'd be great-
A dry yet sticky stinging in your ear brings you abruptly back to the present. In the process of your intellectual collapse Ki has helpfully climbed up your body again, and now her tongue snaps into your ear canal with a mental command of keep it the fuck together, Zephyr. Blinking, you come back from your brief (read: seconds) freak-out, eyes focusing back on Sam who is innocent and undeserving of all your inner bullshit.
"Cheap date. Right." Almost-smiling weakly, you inhale to steady yourself, turning toward the front door. You're desperate for some fresh air, an escape for your poor frazzled thought. Your old brain is not equipped for... whatever is happening inside it right now. "Sounds like y'know more about datin' than I do. Maybe y'can give me some tips... y'know. In case." In case of what? your mental Ki-voice screeches, while you try valiantly to ignore it, not daring to look at Sam.
Not that it would be terrible to go on a date with him - not that you want to - you don't want to date anyone, and even if you did you would have no idea what to do, and probably fuck it up like you are right now and gods if the earth could swallow you whole that'd be great-
A dry yet sticky stinging in your ear brings you abruptly back to the present. In the process of your intellectual collapse Ki has helpfully climbed up your body again, and now her tongue snaps into your ear canal with a mental command of keep it the fuck together, Zephyr. Blinking, you come back from your brief (read: seconds) freak-out, eyes focusing back on Sam who is innocent and undeserving of all your inner bullshit.
"Cheap date. Right." Almost-smiling weakly, you inhale to steady yourself, turning toward the front door. You're desperate for some fresh air, an escape for your poor frazzled thought. Your old brain is not equipped for... whatever is happening inside it right now. "Sounds like y'know more about datin' than I do. Maybe y'can give me some tips... y'know. In case." In case of what? your mental Ki-voice screeches, while you try valiantly to ignore it, not daring to look at Sam.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
