but i want to use this icon instead.
Monster hospitals were really the best place to learn sign language. All the critical phrases should have come to pass at some point. But I already took my phenobarbital, and I thought this was the co-ed shower.
Still, He needs a nurse! -- even signed with such a brief frenzy of inflection that he could sense the hysterical picket-point of exclamation on the end -- left him smiling. He gave her a soundless little pattern of applause from his Hello Kitty amphitheater seat on the floor.
Now, teetering between worlds on the razor's edge of no sleep, there was a numbness pervading him. He could remain almost oblivious to the cold iron of familiarity that stirred his blood when she came around. It was always uncomfortable for him to engage with others, why should she be any different?
But she was different, a part of him pleaded through the burial mound of ignorance.
Still, he felt just out of it enough to keep that grin. Sake? He mouthed, raising an invisible shotglass/shotgun to his lips.