hersilxntwords:

                        “ …—— Why do you look like him? ”

                           A brush to the arm, fingers going up and down across fluffy sweater wool, shaky. Almost uncertain. 

       _{'———Hmmm?’}

                   _{Waves instigate a pandemonium ahead, dimming out a frail voice that shatters his concentration. Palm flattens over the current page, where in his haste, he most likely wiped carbon remnants he would later have to improvise with.}

                                 _{’ Sorry. Come again?’}