"That's entirely possible, I suppose. I'm afraid that's the case with many of your traits, my dear."
Shame...ful? What is this 'shameful'? Christ, life's too short to take shame in anything. Don't like the way something turned out? Deal with it and move on without looking back. There's no reason to get too obsessed with something like guilt or shame or regret. What's in the past isn't worth worrying about, nor what's in the future. And even the present is in a permanent state of decay, but that simply makes it more delightful. A wealth of opportunities.
Richard would make a good Buddhist, if he weren't such a perverted, hateful sadist.
"Hey, it'd make a good replacement board depending on the state of it." He laughs at his own joke, waggling his eyebrows while they drive through one of those odd little trucker towns consisting of motels, McDonald's, family restaurants, hookers, and adult bookstores. "Rigor mortis would pose stiff competition to any balsa wood out there."
Making a rimshot noise from the corner of his mouth, Richard guides the car into the barking lot of one of the family steakhouses in the area and sniggers all the way into park, practically falling out of the car. He drapes himself forward as if his hip were a hinge, his back cracking viciously, the stiff bite of his leg a thousand times worse after time spent in the car.
Fuck, the first day in Virginia is going to be spent with him in a warm bed. Beach, what beach?
Rolling his shoulders, he makes his way for the door, smiling at Salome. "Let's get a table, then you can go ahead and wash up after all that time in the car." And he can inform the waitstaff of the fact that there is a birthday girl present among them. Sabotage.
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Shame...ful? What is this 'shameful'? Christ, life's too short to take shame in anything. Don't like the way something turned out? Deal with it and move on without looking back. There's no reason to get too obsessed with something like guilt or shame or regret. What's in the past isn't worth worrying about, nor what's in the future. And even the present is in a permanent state of decay, but that simply makes it more delightful. A wealth of opportunities.
Richard would make a good Buddhist, if he weren't such a perverted, hateful sadist.
"Hey, it'd make a good replacement board depending on the state of it." He laughs at his own joke, waggling his eyebrows while they drive through one of those odd little trucker towns consisting of motels, McDonald's, family restaurants, hookers, and adult bookstores. "Rigor mortis would pose stiff competition to any balsa wood out there."
Making a rimshot noise from the corner of his mouth, Richard guides the car into the barking lot of one of the family steakhouses in the area and sniggers all the way into park, practically falling out of the car. He drapes himself forward as if his hip were a hinge, his back cracking viciously, the stiff bite of his leg a thousand times worse after time spent in the car.
Fuck, the first day in Virginia is going to be spent with him in a warm bed. Beach, what beach?
Rolling his shoulders, he makes his way for the door, smiling at Salome. "Let's get a table, then you can go ahead and wash up after all that time in the car." And he can inform the waitstaff of the fact that there is a birthday girl present among them. Sabotage.