some nights feel like every night
Everyone needs a little adventure, occasional cripples included. Unfortunately for Falke, he doesn’t yet have a device that lets him use his cane and record at the same time, so there’s the occasional stop and start as he takes shorthand notes. It’s loud compared to Stormbreak, green, lush, reminding him more of the Celestine than anywhere he’s been before - read about, yes - but never seen with his own eyes. Is it chance that makes him look up? Or fate? Whatever it is, his warm brown eyes land upon a face looking back at him, causing him to break out in a delighted smile.
“Well hello there,” the Fixer says, craning his neck to look at the branch above and ahead of him. “What kind of monkey are you?”
“Well hello there,” the Fixer says, craning his neck to look at the branch above and ahead of him. “What kind of monkey are you?”
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
