As well as he typically is. Which is . . . decidedly not very well.

. . . He might just take her up on that.

He's coming in right now, taking a seat at the bar.

|| I have consumed too much coffee far too late in the day. That being said, I will be active! I'm trying to get to responses!

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Staring, now with a slight squint and a tilt of his head.

and it was death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love.

blasphemy? before what? god? a god repulsed by the miserable humanity he created in his own image? i will not be shackled by the failures of your god.

no one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. by that love, we see potential in our beloved. through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true.

— He went on a late-night walk to blow off some steam. On one hand, he hasn't calmed down quite as much as he would've hoped. On the other, he stumbled upon another dog and is trying (struggling) to lure it home.

I lied. I dislike tender romances. Disturb me. Haunt me. Dissolve into the earth beside me.

He's crouched down, arm outstretched with a treat of some sort in his hand. He's having a bit of trouble, since the dog is rather skittish, but he's slowly making progress. Patience is paying off.

*in a straightjacket* i got too silly.