Weird shit... intimate? Please... I don't even know your name.
[ The words re-arrange themselves in his thoughts, which go straight into the gutter - but not without a sense of consensual propriety behind them. At least introduce yourself before suggesting they get into their weird intimate shit, sir.
The volume tones down after that, and music enters his thoughts to blend with the whale song - a symphony kept somewhere in the dark depths of subconscious, made more free-flowing and emotional by the drunk conductor at the head of the podium. ]
Yes. I used to hear them at night in... in my childhood.
[ He lifts the bottle and drinks, tipping it back quite far. ]
no subject
[ The words re-arrange themselves in his thoughts, which go straight into the gutter - but not without a sense of consensual propriety behind them. At least introduce yourself before suggesting they get into their weird intimate shit, sir.
The volume tones down after that, and music enters his thoughts to blend with the whale song - a symphony kept somewhere in the dark depths of subconscious, made more free-flowing and emotional by the drunk conductor at the head of the podium. ]
Yes. I used to hear them at night in... in my childhood.
[ He lifts the bottle and drinks, tipping it back quite far. ]