bloodhexed.
‘ – ever seen a fabric fray before ?’ nico posed the question. fingers clenched un-hemmed fabric between fingertips, a slight tug pulled away a good couple of inches, shedding thread like a spiders web– left a dangling mess around her wrist. ‘ oh – i really, don’t mean anything by it – it’s a joke,’ her type of self-depreciating edgy humour that matched such dark clothing. ‘ oh, no there’s definitely people who are too old for fun. all adults i’ve met ever? dull or depressed. seriously, all they seem to do is drink and hope it solves their problems. do any of them even have hobbies ??’ a shrug, a slight sound of disgust in her voice. ‘ but you’re always welcome to take it up, i’m only one messenger raven away – ‘ she accidentally dropped her last burner phone in a lake.
‘ admittedly, my mother used to fix all my clothes before it ever made it to my room. ’ and by time she got to college, to the 21st century, rebecca had found it easier to throw away the clothes rather than FIX it. she never had that skill. ‘ --- oh, i wasn’t offended ! i was just speaking the truth, ’ rebecca says with a shrug, tugging at her hair a bit. ‘ ah, but that’s probably because they choose to be. it’s a choice, yanno ? you can choose to pity yourself, or you can choose to do something with your life. finding a hobby isn’t all that hard. ’ like, for example, her learning about today’s culture. ‘ --- ah, now if i could only figure out how to work a messenger raven, eh ? ’
