10-28-2016, 02:51 PM
Well isn't he just the brooding sort. She was bored again, always sooo bored, and went for a stroll that was so rudely interrupted by this massive cloud of blahh. That cloud seemed to originate from him, this storm of sulleness. Dull and dreary.
She grimaced as yet another of those wretched flappy creatures squawked about their many problems. Talk about annoying. He didn't seem so harmony-inclined either with that so-serious face staring at nothing. Man, what a bore. At least he seemed sort of pretty on the outside; he had at least that going for him. Maybe.
Could be he was so serious because he was fragile. Like these little shells and baubles scattered all over the place. She stared down at one, inspecting it passively. They were pretty sometimes, pearly and bright. But the loveliest always seemed to turn out the most brittle. And sure enough the iridescent seashell easily dusted beneath her weight. Shame.
It breaks the spell on the guy though, and he snaps at her. A crooked grin tips one corner of her lips. You call that a show? Certainly, nothing you were doing was the least bit comparable to entertainment standing there like a petrified numbskull without a wit to spare.
She took a single step closer and stopped, enough for the moon to light her plain features dimly. A mess of a brown mane, tangled and matted by salty sea air, a dull gray coat. Nothing at all interesting, as was her curse of normalcy. She wasn't all that tall either, being only about a year and a half old.
Have a name, do you, Statue?
Wallace