[ A voice answers, but it's not Jake's. Perhaps he was drowned out, perhaps he was merely listening, but the dog's muffled confusion was gone as quickly as it came. Yujin was alone, a warm breeze ruffling through his hair almost like someone threading their long fingers through it after a longer day.
The sun dappling through the clovers warms a spot against his cheek, as if an ungloved palm was held fast against it. The sense memory was confident and ebullient, as if the energy he carried inside its owner couldn't be contained in one man's body. ]
every icon i pick from here on out is what jake is doing in the hole
The sun dappling through the clovers warms a spot against his cheek, as if an ungloved palm was held fast against it. The sense memory was confident and ebullient, as if the energy he carried inside its owner couldn't be contained in one man's body. ]
It's really been too long, hasn't it, old friend?