Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30087116-20161028014044/@comment-30112572-20161028230307

'''Ocha was scratching herself, stretching across the rug. Sylvestor felt better, but he did not sleep. He lay there, his vision was shut. He was blind, but he wasn't concerned. All inanimate objects were blind. Budo sat on the edge of a couch, thinking. 'Why can't she be like this with me sometimes?''