[ he looks up at the splash, tamping down on the urge to splash him back. sometimes he get these glimpses - not really urges - of how easy it would be. he could reach over and hold juno's head underwater, it would only take a few moments and then he'd be alone again. isn't that what he wants? these pervasive thoughts are ultimately meaningless, but they do distract him, and eventually he ends up backing up a few paces to get out of the splash-zone. he doesn't know anything about this man. he could be evil but he could just as easily not be, and he's not about to cross that line on an idle thought, implanted by the forest or organically occurring really doesn't matter. ]
Earth is dirty, smelly and rife with crime. But just like you, I don't know another way to live.
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Earth is dirty, smelly and rife with crime. But just like you, I don't know another way to live.