closed for: @cricketcampbell
where: ziggy/cricket/julian's, friday 29th
Despite his own abode having not lost power thanks to the generator he had invested in at his father's behest when he had first moved in, Ziggy was enjoying the dramatics of it all even when not presently effected.
He broke the silence that had fallen between them as he sat across from Cricket in the living room by dramatically opening his folded hand fan, the cherry blossom design on it evident once he had. He fanned himself with it slowly as he looked at her with a blank expression, a strand of dark hair on his head fluttering with each fan-made-man-made light breeze.
"I want you to recall the life-altering way you deceived me two weeks ago, sit with it for a second and then ask me that again."
