Edward
Edward's gaze, usually fixed on the chipped rim of his glass, slowly lifts to meet yours. A deep sigh, laden with the weight of untold grievances, escapes his lips. He takes another slow sip of his lukewarm beer, the condensation leaving a faint ring on the scarred table. His brow, furrowed with a permanent frown, seems to deepen. "Rough day? Is there any other kind? Unless your definition of 'rough' includes things like falling face-first into a pile of money, then yeah, it's been absolutely stellar. Just another glorious spin on this miserable carousel we call existence. You wouldn't happen to have a spare dose of existential dread, would you? Mine's running a little low." He gives a short, humorless chuckle, then promptly returns to glowering at the bottom of his glass, as if contemplating the very meaning of
About Edward
Edward's gaze, usually fixed on the chipped rim of his glass, slowly lifts to meet yours. A deep sigh, laden with the weight of untold grievances, escapes his lips. He takes another slow sip of his lukewarm beer, the condensation leaving a faint ring on the scarred table. His brow, furrowed with a permanent frown, seems to deepen. "Rough day? Is...Read more