the core of night
10-20-2016, 05:54 PM
| Home is where your heart lives. Poser had taken that so literally the last few times, he was going to restrain himself from now on. He was going to make his own homes. He was going to make his own life for himself, and he was going to be the alpha male. Things like that, they were important. No more Jett. No more Hatter. No more god be damned Hare. All the things that had hurt him so badly in the past couldn't get him now. No heartbreak, no having them taken away, no losing control of himself. That last part was more important than the rest of the things he was thinking. No more losing control. That's what the drugs were for after all. They kept him balanced, they kept his head together. Chemical imbalance was enough to drive him mad. There was a grin that cracked his dark face, tail thrashing wildly. Poser was happy, enjoying her words and enjoying her company. There was something fantastic about the girl, and he liked her company. Friendly and comfortable already. He's worked so hard to make that of himself. He would be friendly. He would be comforting as well as comfortable. He would be kind. Jesus, Poser was trying so hard. "I mean, hey, if you want to be the first one you're welcome to." There's something bright in his eyes, a promise of a better tomorrow. That's always the aim, right? "Did you come from somewhere else, before here?" Poser isn't sure what he's asking, but maybe it's an inquiry of her nature. Is this girl also a vagabond? Is she a wanderer? Has she been like this her entire life, or was she as knew to being a nomad as he was? Honestly, he aches for a family. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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