About
The bathroom again
What a disgusting place
Yet it's become his refuge, his savior
When his stomach turns one way or another, he's there, on the seat or at the mirror
He stands before the latter now, gazing deeply at his own eyes
Duly noting every foul fleck within his blue irises
A blonde hair falls out of place
He paws it back into place with haste
He turns suddenly
Upon glimpsing the empty open stalls behind him, he clears his throat
"Y-yes, I think that would be great...!"
He flinches
Could use some work
He tries again
"Yes, I think that would be great!"
He bores a hole into the dusty mirror in front of him, scrutinizing every inch of his pale face
a twitch of the lips, a shift of the brow
Had his eyes narrowed as he spoke back then?
This is good, he thinks
Everyone should put in the effort to be a better person
