A small, humming sound. The boy clasps his hands together. He taps his thumbs against one a other and he does not look to the window for even a brief instant of contemplative silence.
"When you put it that way, I suppose it is. Now personally, speaking as someone who has spent a day or fifty in bottles, I wonder if it was the being closed in a box part or if it was the being trapped in the bones one."
The boy brightens.
"Not that it really matters. He and I have a thing or two in common regardless. Would you like to guess what that is, or should I just tell you?"
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Date: 2019-08-18 02:27 am (UTC)"When you put it that way, I suppose it is. Now personally, speaking as someone who has spent a day or fifty in bottles, I wonder if it was the being closed in a box part or if it was the being trapped in the bones one."
The boy brightens.
"Not that it really matters. He and I have a thing or two in common regardless. Would you like to guess what that is, or should I just tell you?"