Totoka River keep cool but care

roll and no worries, i love it!!!

the laughs turned into gasps, staccato and syncopated, ha ha ha turned into ha aha aha-- his lungs under a terrible mass, this must be what divers at the mariana trench feel like...

yunxu was small. his aerodynamics were based off of how a reed swung back and forth caught in a ocean wind. with each swing he could almost hear a laminated snap. owlglass was spared a few moments of relative painlessness where he marvels at the fragility of life in a clipped montage: a hole in a face, a fist-shaped crater in wallpaper, furniture upended like wasted partygoers.

pain brought him back, again, both the lactic acid ache in his muscles and the sharper pain where yunxu's teeth snag at his cheek,

where the doctor with a laser pointer would call the maxilla,

and he grit his teeth, the flexed masseter muscles twitching in tandem with his heartbeat. he kicked and screamed and grunted, a bull that has had enough of the spectators and the matador's agonising estoque. and did you know that matador just means killer.

owlglass let go of his shoulder to bite down on his face in a poor and bloody facsimile of a kiss.