with two fingers, summer points at the dog. it's politer than just the one. to sahara, she casts a pointed look and offers, 'he could kill a man.' it's a compliment, promise.
they know it to be true. sometimes they wonder if they indeed are the man neptune will one day kill. it would be in their sleep, one night when neptune is feeling particularly adventurous. it’s funny, to think about that, and doesn’t keep them from a good night’s rest. there are too many other reasons for that — neptune helps, if you can believe it.
‘ i know. ’ they sign, slowly, nodding. neptune starts up, jumping up on his back legs and trying to nip at summer’s still-pointed fingers.
‘ he tries. ’









