[He simply sounds tired. Resigned. Scratches at the cat's ears, idly, without really thinking about it.]
I wasn't really...I dunno. I was kinda checked out at that point.
[Huddled in the corner of the room, with Clem and a vague awareness that people were commenting on the game, that people were angry, that altercations were certainly happening, but mostly too lost in the fog of his own thoughts and the blood-smoke memory of his chest opening like a flower.]
no subject
[He simply sounds tired. Resigned. Scratches at the cat's ears, idly, without really thinking about it.]
I wasn't really...I dunno. I was kinda checked out at that point.
[Huddled in the corner of the room, with Clem and a vague awareness that people were commenting on the game, that people were angry, that altercations were certainly happening, but mostly too lost in the fog of his own thoughts and the blood-smoke memory of his chest opening like a flower.]
[For obvious reasons.]