( unfortunate that he keeps running into ephemera when he's too sober to cope with it. he notices things when he's sober. the tension rippling through ephemera's motionless frame, visible with a shrewd eye even under all that heavy metal plating. on edge. it's the kind of shit that he'd take deep, flourishing satisfaction in. making someone uncomfortable. making someone flinch first.
don't ask me stupid questions, he almost says. don't ask me questions you don't want the answer to. )
Just passing through, T.
( the truth. only one way to his apartment if he's not turning around and doubling back, adding an additional twenty to thirty minutes to his jog. he's passing through, and he happened to run into ephemera in the process. that's all it is.
he pulls his earbuds off his shoulders and neatly wraps the cord around his fist, pocketing it. for the moment, he doesn't move any closer. )
Who built it for you? ( with a nod in his direction. he bets he knows. ) Crais?
no subject
don't ask me stupid questions, he almost says. don't ask me questions you don't want the answer to. )
Just passing through, T.
( the truth. only one way to his apartment if he's not turning around and doubling back, adding an additional twenty to thirty minutes to his jog. he's passing through, and he happened to run into ephemera in the process. that's all it is.
he pulls his earbuds off his shoulders and neatly wraps the cord around his fist, pocketing it. for the moment, he doesn't move any closer. )
Who built it for you? ( with a nod in his direction. he bets he knows. ) Crais?