Lion Head Mesa socius

his ears listened eagerly, plucking each word spoken out the air and analysing it individually.

bland, roundabout answers. the first lines could hint at some unrest in a relationship, some tension. or, perhaps, a breakup? no! let it not be so! gucci couldn't imagine a worse end to his friend's arc.

the pluck-and-probe method became akin to shaving your head with a pair of pincers, for at once the chihuahua was overwhelmed, looking at the imperator with open shock.

ch i l d   r e n

gucci kept the same expression as he looked to the floor,

but he left for you, mouthed without sound.

to a faraway wall, back to the imperator.

and then there was indignation. on behalf of another.

"how could you." barely sounded, but the next words were more forceful. "he waited for ya! he thought you'd come back! his- he stayed in th' same rooms you occupied!" 


hot tears pushed to spill past his eyes. "he was crippled n depressed n ya useless ass couldn't even wait?!" 

he wished then so desperately akashingo had doors and he hands, so he could leave and slam one in the face of this-- this graceless waste of a young man's heart and attention and hopes.