scythecut:

 _{Nabokov  may  well  have  written,  in  prose,  the  arrangement  of  their setting. ❝  Hmm  …  I  should  be.  ❞}

rolls onto his stomach.        ❛       so what ya doin’ here, darlin’?       ❜        

scythecut:

          _{❝  Should  you  not  be  in  school,  boy ?  ❞}

STARTER CALL ^{* ( @feveroasis )}

❛             Should ya not be in the ground, old man?             ❜              He’s lounging in the sun, skin baking from the inside to match. Could be, yeah. But isn’t, and doesn’t care.