 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Mathis' lips curled up a little at the mention of maniac stories. So perhaps it was more about the man, than the use. Then again, wasn't it usually?
He wrapped both his arms around the pot of the plant and rested his chin on the air above its leaves. Maniac stories at the pub. By any step, it would prove an interesting endeavor, and he was sure he could make something come out of it, with someone. Might need another plant after all. Might need to come back.
He nodded his understanding curtly, watching the ends of her hair sway as she moved, like some silent dance to the dangerous tune that wafted around her. "Understood. Thank you."
No sense in being so rude. Especially not to one so knowledgeable and helpful. Mathis watched her for a long moment, thoughts pricking at the corners of his mind, knocking but not yet to be let in. Later. He would get to those later.
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I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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