There is a slight scratch of the counter against talons, like a pensive tap of the fingertips. They flick back in as soon as he feels the woodgrain on the nerves.
“No se puede huir así.”
( * There is no running away like that. )
The restless hand closes into a loose fist, to keep the sharp ends from touching countertop. They seem to fold in naturally against his palm.
“También creo que me costaría volver a una vida normal. Así es.”
(* I also think I’d have a hard time adjusting back to a normal life. It is what it is. )
Much more of the rum disappears down his throat, this time.
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There is a slight scratch of the counter against talons, like a pensive tap of the fingertips. They flick back in as soon as he feels the woodgrain on the nerves.
“No se puede huir así.”
( * There is no running away like that. )
The restless hand closes into a loose fist, to keep the sharp ends from touching countertop. They seem to fold in naturally against his palm.
“También creo que me costaría volver a una vida normal. Así es.”
(* I also think I’d have a hard time adjusting back to a normal life. It is what it is. )
Much more of the rum disappears down his throat, this time.