"What time is it? Evening! Evening, Tyler!"

Smiles. Clocks. Modern marvels.

batholith: how you pronounce 'basilisk' with a mouth full of peanut butter.

"I kept wondering, what does the guy being Asian have anything to do with it? Must be a grown-up thing."

Nods.

"And sometimes I don't even listen to the words of songs. There are entire songs I've listened to that I barely know any of the words to."

Shrugs.

hearing the four years
pigs memory of anything beyond that fading
kept in the cage like a zoo animal as the world passes

Waves hi to Seven

"For the longest time, I thought the song went 'Secret Asian Man' which is NOT the name of that song."

Shakes her head.

Casually sips a glass of Chardonnay

as I observe from near by..

as pig squats it makes
me he heavy weights away

now up against the post
half squating

bound in place

Really?
4 years.
Laughs
And so many more to go.

out

Fenix Arsenal
"You'll find out." Said plainly. The Center, Arasaka x Haven, how much blood could flow through that floor drain. All in due time. Lessons learned, decisions made, no going back now. It's the second-guessing that usually gets people killed.

"We need him to think he'll survive. That if he gives us the codes, we'll cure him and then let him go. That's the bargaining chip." A counterfeit one that Echo had no intention of honoring.

"I'll extrapolate a plan. And let you know when he's in a position to execute it."

Mission half-prepped. Much to fill in. But the general direction was there. Sketching out the rest wouldn't be too much trouble. Sometimes, just starting these things was the hardest part.

And then he laughs as you pivot from kidnapping, blackmail, and murder into gossipy questions about his personal life.

"Not yet. Waiting for the anniversary of the day we first met in a couple weeks." A pause as he watches your reaction to that. "Si, I am that sentimental." You've made your displeasure clear, or at least feigned it, several times with how he and Haven behave in public towards each other.

"You doing okay?" Shifting gears again. Away from him. Towards you. He'd already asked you if things were okay and you...sort of brushed it away. This is more focused. His face isn't playful or even cordial. He's concerned and perfectly serious.

"Now I have no idea what to do."

Shrugs.

"I'm sure I'll figure it out."

Takes a short chain
Attaches it to your nose ring.

Stoop pig.
Bend your knees on either side of the post, halfway to a squat

Waits for you to obey, then attaches the nose chain to the top of the post, leaving no slack.
Grasps each wrist and securing them to the sides of the post near the top

The result is a position that will not allow you to straighten or sit, your muscles destined to be screaming in pain before long

hanging out a while

goodnight have a good sleep

Returns as I sip some wine..

Returns

your words like an echo in pigs brain
a life sentence of cages and degradation

*shuffles off to bed*

"I focused on the English language in school because it was the only real thing that mattered to me other than math. Gaining my mother's approval through helping her spell things was...everything to me. And math is just practically useful."

Nods.