And she watches this, with a bemused look on her face, not moving an inch in fear that the reception on the old television will go out if she makes any sudden movements. He's clearly taken himself into too much of his own liking. And she finds this incredibly interesting to watch.
She amuses him. His star-like qualities are not blind to her, but he is in no condition of being god. And if he wants to walk around all day with a haughty mindset, then for god's sake, take a damned shower. She chuckles at this and throws a grape at one of his yellow-green eyes. She now realizes he never fails to amuse her when she's feeling alone and undeniably depressed. And how sad it is, to be someone like him. Someone so entirely stupid. |