Sieh: ich fühle, wie ich mich entferne, wie ich Altes, Blatt um Blatt, verlier.

[apaintingdarkly]

[ Infirmary Spam ]

[ Dying, Dark has learned, sucks. Of course he had died once before, but he didn't think of that as such. Being shot with a magic bullet was totally different from being stabbed in the back and left to bleed out.

More importantly, death tolling sucks. He already has to deal with the shame of letting Omar sneak up on him and having lost all of his combat magic. Now he also has to deal with being bedridden, weak as a puppy. It is not a good look for him, he thinks.

There is one thing that's good though: nobody else is dead because Dark got them into trouble or failed to protect him. He's really thinking for the first time about the fact that he has his own body now, for better or for worse. A real, proper body that belongs to no one but himself.

It doesn't mean he won't brood though, staring into the distance like the tragic lead of a film. ]

Comments

[apaintingdarkly]

How is it that I'm being lectured on manners by a rude little pipsqueak?

[tucky]

I asked you what you wanted and I brought you food!

[apaintingdarkly]

So you curse at me and call me a pervert? I've been arrested by people with better manners.

[tucky]

I curse at everyone. And you started it by talking about how I was staring at you, which I wasn't.

Just giving back what I'm getting, is all.

[apaintingdarkly]

Then you can stop. I'm not going to waste any more of my time trying to talk to somebody who doesn't know how to have a conversation without throwing insults around.

[tucky]

I didn't until you did!

[apaintingdarkly]

[ Nope he is not talking to you anymore. Not even looking at you. This here, this is the Cold Shoulder. ]

[tucky]

... You're fucking nuts; you got something wrong with your head.

[apaintingdarkly]

[ He manages to roll his eyes without actually looking in her direction. Way to prove his point. ]