Because even my fun has homework...
Sep. 30th, 2025 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chicating(in my next life, I'm signing up with the hedonists, I swear--a writing exercise)
Theme: a forbidden object.
Wouldn’t it be deep if I could say from the moment I saw that little photo I knew instantly? It would make me look like some kind of savant, right, a real-life defective detective—I’d made good on one thing I’d said to Neil and done a little reading, hoping foolishly that he might notice and be proud, I guess, but I’m not one, in a supernatural sense, at least.
I did know there had to be something. Because she’s a chick, right, and better at being one than I’d ever been, the type of gal who racked up her share of sentimental tokens. I bet she’d even had a ballerina music box and never felt weird about the contrast, even.
I knew there’d be something, and poking around under cover of wanting some gum(Which I still took; clean breath is always nice,) I found it.
It still took a moment to see the point of the cheap little photo I’d unearthed with the casino’s name in the corner. It wasn’t like they were all over each other in the pic, no animal PDA, but there was just something about the way they looked at each other from their own world that made me feel both triumphant and full of twinges.
Theme: a forbidden object.
Wouldn’t it be deep if I could say from the moment I saw that little photo I knew instantly? It would make me look like some kind of savant, right, a real-life defective detective—I’d made good on one thing I’d said to Neil and done a little reading, hoping foolishly that he might notice and be proud, I guess, but I’m not one, in a supernatural sense, at least.
I did know there had to be something. Because she’s a chick, right, and better at being one than I’d ever been, the type of gal who racked up her share of sentimental tokens. I bet she’d even had a ballerina music box and never felt weird about the contrast, even.
I knew there’d be something, and poking around under cover of wanting some gum(Which I still took; clean breath is always nice,) I found it.
It still took a moment to see the point of the cheap little photo I’d unearthed with the casino’s name in the corner. It wasn’t like they were all over each other in the pic, no animal PDA, but there was just something about the way they looked at each other from their own world that made me feel both triumphant and full of twinges.
