[ It's easy to fall into a rhythm, to get the sketch started. It's a good pose, a contrast of sharp and soft lines all blending together along with the lights from the city and the night sky. Ephemera hums to himself, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.
This he knows. This is real, unscripted. This is his. ]
Where're you gonna take Carolina? When you ask her out.
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This he knows. This is real, unscripted. This is his. ]
Where're you gonna take Carolina? When you ask her out.