[ that just makes him whine a little more, dragging his hands down his face. he probably could've stopped at twenty-one texts, right? twenty-two is just too many, and now he's going to die for them. he is dead weight, all the way back. no sense in fighting it, but no sense it making it easier either.
the bed is not the destination he expects. out the window, maybe, but not on something that implies he'll survive the night. naturally, he is horizontal almost immediately, though he quietly inches towards the edge of the bed nearest where he knows seviilia is sitting. see, he has questions now.
well... one question. ] What the hell? [ still suspicious. still distressed. ]
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the bed is not the destination he expects. out the window, maybe, but not on something that implies he'll survive the night. naturally, he is horizontal almost immediately, though he quietly inches towards the edge of the bed nearest where he knows seviilia is sitting. see, he has questions now.
well... one question. ] What the hell? [ still suspicious. still distressed. ]