[littl3chocobo]

he raked his nails across his arm. "humans are stupid things, they will believe anything their leaders say, they are like ants, industrious and quick to grow as a whole but puny and mindless as well." his spine took up the itch as well, he felt the need to get up and move, to do something. instead he stayed where he was and took it out on the other "i know you feel it too, what is the matter with you, are you so used to it that you can stand there and take it in stride?!" he hated that book, he would burn it as soon as he could leave this awful room. it only said a discomfort, this felt as if something as prickling at him from all angles. he took his scratching to his side.