What About 'The Thing Is'? (They All Sound So Exciting Fllslqkgll)

What about 'The thing is'? (They all sound so exciting fllslqkgll)

- Hochrot

The thing is, somebody is going to love Flake someday. Someone is going to love the way he laughs with his whole body when something is really funny. Someone is going to love how enthusiastic he is about everything, from food to music to friends to travel to the moss growing on the bricks behind their building. Someone is going to love the slow, cautious way he smiles when he’s just come and is a little afraid he was too loud but mostly just feels good. Someone is going to love him right down to his pointy little bones.  The thing is, that person is not Paul.

<3 thank you!

And PACC6MM for @themarten (this is actually your fic, so, uh, I hope that's ok):

It was actually louder in the trees than on the road. He’d been hearing birds all along, but now the breeze rustled the leaves and the pine needles crushed under his feet and there were all kinds of crackles and creaks. He was following a little creek that had a wide dry bed when he came to a clearing on a hill. The first thing he saw was a weird skinny mossy tower. It was rising from the ruins of a hut. Maybe an old gamekeeper’s cottage, nothing but mortared stone walls and hearth remaining, the rest had long ago gone back to earth. The tower was a stone chimney standing straight up like a middle finger raised to the gloomy sky. Well, thought Paul, that’s something we can agree on - fuck you, world.

Zeit

Bitte bleib steh'n, bleib steh'n

Zeit

Das soll immer so weitergeh'n

Uh, sorry! Turnabout is fair play? (To both of you, really, <3)

What about 'The thing is'? (They all sound so exciting fllslqkgll)

- Hochrot

The thing is, somebody is going to love Flake someday. Someone is going to love the way he laughs with his whole body when something is really funny. Someone is going to love how enthusiastic he is about everything, from food to music to friends to travel to the moss growing on the bricks behind their building. Someone is going to love the slow, cautious way he smiles when he’s just come and is a little afraid he was too loud but mostly just feels good. Someone is going to love him right down to his pointy little bones.  The thing is, that person is not Paul.

<3 thank you!