Demi Giles

“Sevro, you’re a lot of things. You’re smelly. You’re small. Your tattoo taste is questionable. Your pornographic proclivities are…uh, eccentric. And you’ve got really weird toenails.” He swivels to look at me. “Weird?” “They’re really long, mate. Like…you should trim them.” “Nah. They’re good for hanging on to things.” I squint at him, not sure if he’s joking, and carry on as best I can. “I’m just saying, you’re a lot of things, boyo. But you are not an idiot.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star