Totoka River keep cool but care

roll here

there it is, the first break, the first seam. owlglass found the loose thread and just pulled until the whole thing became undone, until the whole thing went to shit. 

smiling's good. laughter's good.

compared to yunxu, he's the one that's more composed now, loose and sluggish. he tilted his head back so he was looking at him down his nose in the ultimate portrait of derision (though he looked at almost everyone this way, more or less) with one side of his mouth pulled back in a near-grimace. it should've been noted that even when owlglass wasn't smiling, his smile lines were still indelibly etched into his face. if you would've asked him he'd respond with something like it's a genie thing. i mean, a genetic thing.

now we're back to that smile, that scornful and tasteless curve. 

his eyes widened, then narrowed, and without warning, without so much as a growl, he lurched forward, some torpedo of pure kinetic energy.