King of Cups

"Careless we are with ourselves. Giving away the best parts to whoever asks it of us, it's a shame really." The tall girl let her legs swing loose with ambivalence, "If you think about it," she said, "Human beings are very fragile creatures." 

"Yes, I know." He replied. 

She let out a low giggle and pushed off from the embankment landing easily on the gravel below. 

He watched her from the corner of his eye, "Where are you going?" 


She turned, expressionless, "Going to run-a-muck. And you?" 

He bent his head forward, the black hood obscuring his face completely, "I dunno." Piqued he replied, "I thought..." 

he let it trail off, the words were pointless anyway. 

"You thought what?" She took a step toward him. 

"Nothing." 

She frowned, "Well obviously you thought something." 

"No," he scratched the back of his hooded neck, "it was nothing." 

She wrinkled her nose, shifted her weight and stared back (attempting to will him further along), but he didn't lift his head,
and he didn't speak.
She raised an eyebrow,
she crossed her arms,
but he continued in his silence,
keeping his eyes to himself.