[He clicks his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth. Despite willingly giving her the name, he still seems to momentarily cringe at the sound of it.
In the easy movement of walking it is easy to disguise the state of discomfort that she found him in, and he pushes his hands into his pockets.]
Peace is an illusion. A prelude to what inevitably comes after. Nothing more than that.
action;
In the easy movement of walking it is easy to disguise the state of discomfort that she found him in, and he pushes his hands into his pockets.]
Peace is an illusion. A prelude to what inevitably comes after. Nothing more than that.