Coconut Grove the day is done, but i'm having fun

govinda laughed, rolling the coconut away. the most confident, too, i'd wager, he said teasingly, grinning. he wondered if rannveig knew how much he was like govinda in his youth. he was afraid to know if it frightened him. growing up, turning into a shell of your former ebullient self. it would have frightened govinda, for sure.

but i barely know anything about your family, he remarked, shrugging off his pessimistic thoughts (for now). tell me more. i enjoy others' stories a lot more than my own, as many as i have to keep me company.

too much company.

wanna fade?