Ouroboros Spine [m] why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?

hey, me too, he laughs that sort of man-laugh where they think they're being sexy; his eyes glisten with intrigue. no shame in it. you're, uh, welcome to sit with me, if you want.
he adjusts himself so that she may find a place to sit a comfortable distance from him. the water laps at the rocks and acts as a lulling white noise. i'm peregrine, he responds. otherwise known as moonwoman's latest stray. i get the vibe she picks up a lot of those, 'cuz why else would she wanna deal with me?