He shut up. Finally, fuck. Why do they talk so much anyway?
Josephine knew his blade was closer to Nola than hers to him. She knew what a great distance that was.
She said nothing. That’s what more people should do, they should just say nothing. In general, ya know.
He didn’t lurch or slip. He thought the smirk was for him and he didn’t notice the mocking grin on Nola. He had his audience, ah, he was feeling bloodrush from the filth of his toes to his simple brainbone.
Like a rock it was.
He just wanted someone to see him.
Even in the dark...
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