#cod.

There's something very strange and odd, About the habits of the Cod.

For when you're swimming in the sea, He sometimes bites you on the knee.

And though his bites are not past healing, It is a most unpleasant feeling.

And when you're diving down below, He often nips you on the toe.

And though he doesn't hurt you much, He has a disagreeable touch.

There's one thing to be said for him, - It is treat to see him swim.

But though he swims in graceful curves, He rather gets upon your nerves.

∼ Lord Alfred Douglas (1870 - 1945)

a list of casual yet intimate interactions. / accepting.

straight  rubbish,  today.  something  about  the  stars  in  the  sky  not  aligning  or  the  loss  of  the  everton's  against  liverpool  or  what  have  you,  he  feels  as  if  the  floors  about  to  open  up  and  send  him  careening  into  a  wasteland  of  what  he  can  only  assume  hell  is  -  another  two  hours  of  terrible  practice  shots,  rain  pouring  during  his  run,  a  malfunctioning  coffee  machine,  and  a  mountain  of  paperwork  he  could  only  stare  at  in  utter  disbelief  for  around  five  minutes  before  finally  moving  to  go  get  some  coffee,  which-  yeah.  all  in  all,  whatever  he  did  between  the  hours  of  returning  to  base  to  now  have  warranted  a  special  kind  of  torture  he  feels  he  isn't  deserving  of,  thank  you  very  much.

but  -  silver-linings.  (being  that  he  has  people  in  his  life  who  will  begrudgingly  listen  to  him  complain.) -so...

"-then  the  bloody  lock  to  my  room  decides,  oh,  hey,  you're  lookin'  a  little  to  secure  in  the  confides  of  your  personal  space!  why  don't  i  just,  i  dunno',  completely  break.  on.  you."  not  a  single  breath  is  taken  between  each  word,  expression  merely  contorting  to  fit  his  frustration.  arms  crossed,  hand  gesticulating  when  need  be.  (which  is,  apparently,  always.)  "and  when  i  go  to  get  the  rotten thing  fixed?  the  part  i  need  isn't  in  stock.  christ."

he  doesn't  even  think  twice  when  she  motions  him  closer.  only  leaning  his  head  down,  shoulders  sagging  a  smidgen  -  deflated.  a  shell  of  a  man.