charles bukowski
/frowns slightly, moving his hands as if he was trying to grasp the air, then puts both of them down in resignation/ Yeah… definitely weird. Everything’s pitch black, dammit.
Hmmm -closes her eyes for a second- I can’t imagine it …. it’s like closing your eyes but not being able to open them again -steps closer and starts making faces, trying not to laugh- But you see. Now you can just bump into a girl and casually touch her breasts and be all ” I’m so sorry and blah blah I can’t see anything” -laughs-
By the way you have really pretty hair.
/nods without muttering a word, still frowning as he gets used to the blindness, unaware of the faces you make/ Oh, nice tactic. You think like a guy, y'know. Imma go bump into all of the fam ladies and be like “oh sorry girl, now hold me ‘cause I can’t see shit” /laughs along/ Blond hair you mean? Thanks!
