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         “ How close? “

“WHAT—- c a t got your T O N G U E?”

            “ No... No     I-I just... “                       Only being in the presence of one feels like he’s engulfed                now, sorely out of place with his manner of silence. He is                quite obviously overwhelmed. It’s not that he’s frightened by                the foreign meeting of over-confidence, as that’s a small                obscurity. It’s the feeling that he’s punished with as cold eyes                bear down.                                                        He considers himself intimidating in a                                                                                               sense, but nearly incomparable to the other.                                                And who does he kid? No one fears the cupid                                               of all choices. He is a mere toy used to express                                               an emotion that doesn’t exist. He is worthless as                                                                                       a leader, and he’s always known it. Perhaps this                                                                                       is why? TOO NICE? He’s bared his teeth before,                                                                                       but obviously it wasn’t enough. He surely wasn’t                                                                                      nice anymore... Never mind that! How would this man know it? If anything the stranger’s at his will. There couldn’t be two dominants. This is a fight by mind. And with that, his eyes nearly gleam with hunger.                                                                  “ It’s odd to hear... “                   

      As he slips past faceless figures, his ears seem to go numb   to the sound of his steps and breaths, his alone. Although   he’s skeptical, he thinks it all but necessary to comfort her in   her seemingly useless endeavors. She’ll probably be hesitant   in accepting, as he is a literal stranger coming to aid, but he’s   still walking.                                     “ Hey                                               Sorry for that... i-it must be hard. “

           &&HE is not making any p e r s o n a l jabs here—- he’s only A N N O Y E D at the situation (maybe he SHOULDN’T have indulged upon that l a s t bottle of W I N E.) HE finds people unlike him WEAK, he finds them s o f t and pliable, easily M A N I P U L A T E D under a flaming a touch, under the weight of SINS and p a i n.

            This is the all-too-well-known villainous squabble       predicted upon the vain minds with too much time to       think and a close-call with a knife to their       self-esteem. Instead of taking attempts at changing       the direction of conversation, he keeps to himself.       He believes well in the idea that he might get put       down if he dare takes attempts at prodding the       beliefs of a lunatic. As well as he knows the       impossibility of his demise at the hands of an       assumed normal being, there’s something in his eye       that seems almost devilish and capable of the       despicable.

           “The world is falling apart around us, and nobody           cares!! It’s as if no one realizes that they live here,           that their descendants will suffer here!”

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