Intrinsic twists make effortless turns. Fabricated notions stacked up neatly, looking for a place to hide. It’s a room full of seven; all cards out on the table. ‘Go fish’ said Giovanni, his crude box haircut shining greasy under a rusted pewter light. Smoky tendrils shroud the scene, catching the tension in the atmosphere between white whirls. Luciana rolled her eyes, ‘You said that last time,' her eyes slanted bold and full of vigor, hair matching fire. 'and so I tried it and you slapped my cigar out of my hand as I reached towards the pile.’ ‘Luciana, you are so full of shit.’ Tom said. He was pretty plain, couldn’t scare a mouse with his compacted face sucked inbred. ‘Tom, no one asked you anything, yet you continue to produce these ideas that no one really cares for. Except for toilets, they’re alright, I don’t mind them.’ said Akachi, smirking a blinding gleam against gradient opaque skin. ‘Guys, what if we..’ Cecilia stretched out from the furthest end of the