Cricket Creek Bog if lies were cats you'd be a litter

like a cat watching a housefly, absalom's eyes affixed to every nuance, even in breath, present the girl's body language. she was ill at ease, and he was a boundary buster. he stepped closer to her despite the privation of warmth in recieving his approach. one of the corpulent bloodsuckers dislodged itself from the lesions and writhed on the sphagnum.
"where'd you get a crazy idea like that?" he questioned, eyes unflinching at her accusation of scheming against her. "we're friends, don't you remember me? friends help eachother out." he exaggerated a pained wince, a whine eking from his throat.