[ He may be irrational, but he's a creature of precise detail. That includes understanding the value of space between places and people. These are things he's always needed to know to survive, in the late night and early morning when missions were easiest executed. ]
[ Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans against the window. Watches Mao's tail twitch the way he'd watch nervous tics on a human being's face, ]
No noise. No messes. And he doesn't follow me around.
at home
[ Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans against the window. Watches Mao's tail twitch the way he'd watch nervous tics on a human being's face, ]
No noise. No messes. And he doesn't follow me around.
[ re: Unlike certain people. ]