BARANAMI , RATHER TEDIOUS.
purple moons kissing ‘neath his eyes, oozing scratches, and dark bruises spider up his arms. He cares not, he questions not, and certainly he no longer feels the effect of blood loss and malnutrition. nic has become far too familiar with it; too much at kin with graveyards, burying his pain, emotion, and faults into separate tombstones. the town is painted in drab colors of ugly brown and gray, the sky looking ready to burst a dam any moment.
----- “ e...uGh...”
he grunts, its vibration momentarily jarring to his rib-cage before he quiets again, thinking he caught the attention of the girl. touching the job, er--the girl, would be a last resort, nicolas decides.
