Sneff is a man of few words. People stare at him because of the color of his gender. Only does he speak when others allow him such a privelage. Talking too much causes him to throb. Inside resides the old one, lost in thought.
Stimulation is the end of all substance.
None of the others pay attention. They are lost, not in thought like the old one, but lost nonetheless. All comments can be seen immediately below this form. Click here to join TYWC if you are not already a member. Not badly written at all.