finally, i can use this icon. take 2.
The response to his smile and applause was an unwilling smile. Red crayon curse still active, I surrender. He wasn't leaving? Was this such a good idea...
There were a few deceased/familiar pangs that arrived solely when he was around, but neither were faced, both were bloodless, one whispered nonsense They were faces piled underneath a window of thin ice in a dead lake, not fit for salvaging, just ignore the bodies and skate over the graves. Mind the cracks -- tread lightly. Be departed-slight as a wretched snowflake. The sake shotgun suicide was noted and the void hostess, wanting nothing more than Nothing and Oblivion, please, was happy if not eager to oblige prosperities sovereign's thirst.
Stolen orange dinosaur cups over the counter and all; he got the tyrannosaurus Rex because she wanted the pterodactyl. She was either too tired or too buzzed to let it fully bother her that someone else was here, and once the Jurassic shrine chalices were brimmed they were hoarded over to him along with the bottle in the crook of her elbow (waitressing balance talent + she drank fast.), minding her own stowaway-trail mirror mess. An overflowing cup was offered him.
Mikaboshi was ashamed it had no poison for just this purpose...