lab raze i think his name is rory. it starts with an r. i know that much. he's wearing an orange sweater with a black jack-o'-lantern decal on the back. he sniffs my hand but doesn't show any interest in me until i notice a woman walking with her face half-hidden by the bones of an open book. i say something about how nice it is to catch someone staring at an object that isn't a phone for a change. my new dark friend headbutts my leg and sits at my feet, asking me to pet him. i can see the sky in the amber of his eyes. so much sun for such a cold day. 241102 what's it to you? who go blather from