"Living and dying isn't the real issue. If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world."
táifēng --> typhoon
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “Yeah — fuckin’ peachy. Can’t ya tell?”
Kids. Pestering they may be, but it was a lent ear to forcefully shove her complaints into.
“Who the hell wouldn’t be alright in this shit?” Revy demanded to know, one hand gesticulating and disrupting the gun holster beneath her arm.
“You know just the other day, I couldn’t even get up to get a beer without breakin’ a sweat – now I feel like I’m back up in Manhattan. It’s bullshit, man.”
Stares at the people passing by from his current position, completely ignoring the looks he might get due to how unusual was to see someone hanging upside down from a lamp post.
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; The lamp post actually stood out to her, originally, because they were an unusual sight in Roanapur — well, unusual to find upright and lacking immediately obvious piss stains.
Or vomit.
But, hey, who was keeping score?
A soft chuckle left the gruff hired gun, nudging the pole lightly with a loosely-laced boot. “Hah… Wonder how long it’ll take for this to come dow—”
—— ♘; } “ No idea. Not that I mind much, but some warmer weather would be nice. ”
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “– You make a habit of jumpin’ the fuck outta nowhere like that?”
Granted, it was a perfectly public area; perhaps the cold weather, of which she was naturally born but deliberately far from, left her more than a little unaware.
Feels like I’m walkin’ through fuckin’ molasses.
“Warm weather would be fantastic. Left the cold for a reason.”