i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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A First Time For Everything [s]
POSTED ON Jun 5, 2022 4:53:11 GMT
A heart in the hands of a broken man, it juggled about between present and past. It fought against chains that sometimes snaked around it, and other times it found root in shimmering hopes, a promise sometimes never meant. But what of the heart of one still innocent, if he gave himself to one who was not? Elisha's brain ticked through such thoughts, skipping count of the seconds that passed. Eager hope and anxious anticipation — Elisha finished up at the stove, placing a jar of salsa and a bag of nacho chips on the counter. Holding his phone to his face. Tapping his feet. Scrolling and hoping as he waited. A pot of tea whistled its last breath. He read that being stood up could be a thing, and hoped that it would not be a thing. Otto was his name. Dark skin, much less rugged than Elisha. Elisha's only context for this kind of thing was from his childhood, the curious acts of exploration that he shared with a close friend, and in his imagination of what their meeting would soon be like, Otto's image slipped into the place of that friend. A shake of the head cleared his thoughts, even reminded him to cut his hair. He rushed and rushed, and even still, the doorbell rang before he finished up in the shower. Quick, tying a towel around his body, his footprints decorating hardwood floor, Elisha opened the door. One hand secured the towel, while the other hand motioned inside. His attention remained on Otto's chest. "Hello. I do hope that the wooloo and dubwool bothered you only slightly. I prefer to let them free roam. Typically well-behaved. And houndour and lycanroc are a great help. Come in, please?"His pokemon are only listed cause they're on the farm, so I'd like you to know what they do. I don't plan to use them.
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