[ What does he even say to that? Ephemera flexes his hands, the burn shiny on his knuckles, and really wishes he knew. He used to be better at this part, he thinks. Knowing how to react to other people, how to be a person out of his armor. Now, everything feels complicated and strange. Foreign to him. He was good at this part, once - wasn't he? Or maybe he was just around people he trusted, who made sense.
Sad part is, Felix makes sense to him. That's the really fucked up bit. ]
shouldve kicked your door in and bashed your head into the wall.
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Sad part is, Felix makes sense to him. That's the really fucked up bit. ]
shouldve kicked your door in and bashed your head into the wall.
[ Should've. Didn't. And now here they are. ]
do what you're gonna do