Nightcaps - Keep staring
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| - | He's slowly starting to look scared, like I'm a monster. Well, two can play that game. I look at him as if his face just came out of a very used toilet. He looks barbarically surprised, baring his lower teeth. I laugh, tension gone, and so does he. A couple of our neighbors pause eating their lunches look at us like we're insane, but quickly smile themselves, returning to their plates, and soon I | + | He's slowly starting to look scared, like I'm a monster. Well, two can play that game. I look at him as if his face just came out of a very used toilet. He looks barbarically surprised, baring his lower teeth. I laugh, tension gone, and so does he. A couple of our neighbors pause eating their lunches to look at us like we're insane, but quickly smile themselves, returning to their plates, and soon I follow suit. |
| - | The contents of my plate are still fresh and hot, and soon confirm that the toast is mushy and sweet, the bacon crunchy and smokey, and the eggs... better than usual. Wow, I must be hungry, I'm actually liking my eggs. I | + | The contents of my plate are still fresh and hot, and soon confirm that the toast is mushy and sweet, the bacon crunchy and smokey, and the eggs... better than usual. Wow, I must be hungry, I'm actually liking my eggs. When I look up to grab my orange juice, I see that Jeffrey still isn't eating, instead only staring at me. |
With only a little bit of eggs left in my mouth, I... | With only a little bit of eggs left in my mouth, I... | ||
Current revision as of 06:30, 21 October 2009
He's slowly starting to look scared, like I'm a monster. Well, two can play that game. I look at him as if his face just came out of a very used toilet. He looks barbarically surprised, baring his lower teeth. I laugh, tension gone, and so does he. A couple of our neighbors pause eating their lunches to look at us like we're insane, but quickly smile themselves, returning to their plates, and soon I follow suit.
The contents of my plate are still fresh and hot, and soon confirm that the toast is mushy and sweet, the bacon crunchy and smokey, and the eggs... better than usual. Wow, I must be hungry, I'm actually liking my eggs. When I look up to grab my orange juice, I see that Jeffrey still isn't eating, instead only staring at me.
With only a little bit of eggs left in my mouth, I...
