InsaneJournal

Henry Fanning unconsciously tapped his cane to the edge of his boot in rhyme with the music that flowed from his earphones. The elevator stopped with a ping, and he walked out. His anxiety was growing, but he was combating it with good old-fashioned cynical humour. He was going to see a snake, and he rarely handled snakes that weren’t his own. And he’d already handled his snake thinking of Iris, but this was…different.

Not to mention the party; a good thing, but still something to be cautious about. One wrong move and you were forever known as the freak that broke the bathroom mirror and blamed it on the guy who didn’t speak English.

Henry reached her door, and rapped on it with his cane. It was time to avoid getting swallowed, digested and slept off in the sun.