( another fluid motion of his arm, another card carefully pulled from the top of the tower. he flips it over, light eyes scanning across the text written on its surface. )
"What would constitute a perfect day for you?"
( the card goes down as his gaze lifts back up. well? )
no subject
( another fluid motion of his arm, another card carefully pulled from the top of the tower. he flips it over, light eyes scanning across the text written on its surface. )
"What would constitute a perfect day for you?"
( the card goes down as his gaze lifts back up. well? )