There were no How are you this afternoon, what’s your name, Miss and Mister stranger? when he felt the fleeting wander of a ghost’s kiss to his cheek. It was anything but anticipated, by the frozen expression on his face - her, uncertain and hesitant - and she was on her way to being gone before he could speak his jumbled inquiries, “I — what? Excuse you, miss —”
She must have been American. Either that or a very liberal French woman because you don’t just go around kissing people on the face when you live in England.
Ciel’s a big fan of (tastefully done and not mind boggling blood-content =/= quality orientated movies) and can vouche that he likes the different takes and feel of a foreign horror/drama genre specific movie.
Ohhh, nice! I haven’t read that but I like the incerpt you sent me.
‘Sup Mr. M. How u doin’. Having fun polishing the silverware three times over till you can see a crystal clear reflection?
/how do comfort
You’ll be okay honey, and I’m sure if you get in contact with her asap she’ll understand and you can work something out together. Everything will be fine
I just. Can you get online or something so I can talk to you? ;;
OH MY TOD MY FRIEND PUT ON GAY PRON AND MY AUN WALKED IN AND WERE LAYGING SHE’S BEEN SRANDIG HERE FOR TOW COMPLETE MINUTES STARING AND WERE THROWING A FIT
THEN SHE SAYS
“I DON’T GIVE A CRAP UPURE OLD WNOUGH BUT WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT ARE THESE CUPS NOY BEING PUT AWAY”
“… You must be an acquaintance of Lau’s.”
“I’m ashamed to say I’m not familiar with the text — what’s it from?” Certain subliminal messages, aren’t there.