Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

i really havent

whats your name?

like first name

December 2025

magnetises a pin

its good short few pages

yeah

and the fake qualifier

fw

Slug

abrar?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i have read not even 1 book

ahnaf abrar

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

or never left

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

wait what is that

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.