#0000004479

Mr. Sandman || Still accepting

“Not can’t, I don’t, waste of time.” It’s said with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, as if daring the man to call him out as a lier. Head tilts, snakelike, curious, as he regards the other, pocketknife between his fingers moving with a life of it’s own, opening and closing as the weapon moves in an almost rhythmic dance, well practiced.

( 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  )  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟑 : 𝟒 ‘ IF YOU DO WHAT IS EVIL , BE AFRAID ---- but i am altar boy no longer ; i serve no man , i serve no god  .  .  .  [ 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴 : 𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙰𝚂𝙻𝚄𝙼 ; 𝟷𝟸 : 𝟶𝟶 𝙽𝙾𝙾𝙽 -------- lunch . ] former psychiatrist sits on his own , ceruleans glancing up from food that would remain untouched .----- ITS THEN HE SEES A FAMILIAR ( CLOWNISH ) MAN nearing the table where self is seated . a sigh would cause chest to rise * & fall more dramatically , 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 . “ IGNORE IT * & it will go away  .  .  .  “ muttered loud enough for other to hear once in vocal range . 

@0000004479​ asked:  " you've made your decision then? "

❛  yeah .  ❜ he starts . nods once , twice , three times before turning back to the other after a  thoughtful  pace . palms rests against the desk , body now slightly folded as he stares through his mask at the man opposite him . fingers tap , little to thumb . over and over . he had thought about it , not for long but he had indeed thought about it . weighed up the pros and cons .