[ Sharkface huffs again. He was good at this once. Talking to other people, making them laugh. Making them smile the way that Drake's smiling now. It felt good, nature. Not always easy - it was something he had to work at, to practice - but it was the sort of work he liked, that he didn't mind putting in.
It's different now. Harder. He thought it was beyond him.
Maybe not, though. Maybe he can still talk with people like a normal human being. ]
I don't show a lot of people. Mostly, they don't ask.
[ Mostly, he doesn't offer. ]
I like drawing you. The way you move through the world.
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It's different now. Harder. He thought it was beyond him.
Maybe not, though. Maybe he can still talk with people like a normal human being. ]
I don't show a lot of people. Mostly, they don't ask.
[ Mostly, he doesn't offer. ]
I like drawing you. The way you move through the world.