Two Eyes Cenote it’s yours and it’s mine (hand it over)

the life seemed to drain from rowdy,
and riot became more fascinated with death.
qiao’s appearances were infrequent, yet the only interesting stimulus in his life. he found intrigue in her rites and rituals. meddling paws found their way into her stashes, only to be dragged away.
relentless; he is a fly that could not be swatted.
strangely, he enjoyed the attention, and only became more delinquent.
somewhere in the desert, the pieces of his old life dried up in his mind.
a small heart grew to care for one thing—
himself.