[ there's a smear of paint on his forearm. it's definition fades the closer it skates to his elbow, where the color turns into a smattering of dots. stars or freckles. chuck nods in the space her admission provides and continues to find himself at a loss- consoled only by the awareness that mori looks about as comfortable with this new dance as he does.
( x i : d 3 )
the roller dangles lifelessly from his hand. ]
Bring'im flowers.