there is nothing special about him really. he has small sleepy eyes, bony cheeks and a pointed nose set on his placid facade that manage to work only one expression, which is to frown. i never had the chance to hear his voice because he rarely speak. he is freakishly small, ridiculous and loud. he entered the room, dragging his feet along, his gaze would rest mildly on anywhere it fell upon. his movement, so sure, so certain, so minimal. he would lift his eyes, arch his brows and lean his head on his palms. not noticing that a few feet away, i sat, pulling myself together, falling apart.