[ he can understand the difficulty in speaking with someone
that’s nothing more than a mere stranger—though the dictator
can appreciate the effort since she tries to reply, offering a light
nod in her direction. following right behind, Pagan merely hopes
she knows where they are going because getting further lost would
be incredibly annoying and there are things to be done, to be prepared
and he really should have brought some help with him but—the older one
was so tired of having to be around the same people or even they were
different, they would be women and men with pre-fabricated opinions
about him and well, he know what does were. ]
"It is a pleasure to meet you, dear. Ah—this town has been
decent so far, not as interesting as I hoped for but perhaps
it is my mistake to judge it so soon. The people just seem
rather bored for the most part, maybe I need to look around
a bit more. Oh—thank you, hopefully it does.”
[ the citizens were silent, the streets were busy but he expected some
music—a bit of action, something interesting instead of mindless bodies
walking around eating and drinking, bumping into one another and rushing.
traffic was an issue to, not that Pagan liked being inside of a vehicle for
very long because it felt cramped, unless it was an aircraft but it’s not
like he could fly around a helicopter without causing a scene. the man
shrugged his shoulders, a hand reaching for the inside of his jacket to
take out a cellphone, taking a look at the watch—and it would be close
to lunch regardless of the pace they took to get to the hotel. ]
“Not a very eventful place, I’ll tell you that. Or the people
are too accustomed to the ways.”
[ further, she maneuvered through the crowds of suited
up business workers, never minding the reactions of
perplexity and disbelief in her presence. sophisticated
attire was not imperative in her line of work— neither
was caring about the opinions of others. it was now
disregarded as she glanced upward in direction of
what she assumed was their destination. strides halted. ]
"It’s there, from what I remember. I’ll continue to
the front, but after that, you’ll be on your own.”
[ considering she needn’t escort him any more than that.
the doorman seemed to be welcoming their guests just
fine— he would take responsibility, take Pagan under his
care, and they’d depart ways. despite that, however, Kat
wouldn’t forget the unexpected politeness offered. it was
much like a breath of fresh air after having grown used to
inhaling polluted air. after brief hesitance, she advanced,
glancing back— ]
“We’re almost there. It’s a busy street, as you can see…”
Album: 1000 Forms of Fear
Sia - Chandelier
Stares for a long time.
"—Yeah. It’s my favorite."
"Right— that’s not funny."
❝ what in the hell are you putting in it then? ❞
” … let’s move past that and say— it’s for bringing in good vibes.”
"Sorry, it’s just…You want a wet rag or something? You look a little dirty."
"I— really? I’d appreciate it, actually."
"—Even more tempting."
"— Hope you’re a fan of squirrel semen."
❝ ——it’s just a can. ❞
“— it’s not just a can. If handled incorrectly, well— let’s say it won’t be fun washing the substances out of your clothes.”