Boredom? I am haunting the line between life and death, as we shadows of mortality are wont to do.
[Can't you see he's dressed for the occasion: all color swathed by a black coat, a shade he'll only wear when feeling mawkish. Though the effect is marred somewhat by the way he smiles and clips his teeth together as Byerly lifts his chin, the mildest threat of a bite, too high to count. The butterfly flirts with the offered fingertips, a tease if ever there was one.]
...Or the line between that street and this, as the case may be. It's too quiet here. I don't do stillness well. So I thought I'd groom my whiskers and make my slow way over here to introduce myself but, alas, nobody home.
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[Can't you see he's dressed for the occasion: all color swathed by a black coat, a shade he'll only wear when feeling mawkish. Though the effect is marred somewhat by the way he smiles and clips his teeth together as Byerly lifts his chin, the mildest threat of a bite, too high to count. The butterfly flirts with the offered fingertips, a tease if ever there was one.]
...Or the line between that street and this, as the case may be. It's too quiet here. I don't do stillness well. So I thought I'd groom my whiskers and make my slow way over here to introduce myself but, alas, nobody home.