[ Well, it was only a matter of time. As fatigue and irritability gave way to something that couldn't possibly be the simple strain of prolonged stress—like an incessant, tingling weakness in his legs—he found himself miserably dragged into quarantine, slumped onto a paper-thin bedroll, and left to rack up aches and pains in his hips and shoulders like the decrepit old man he is at heart. ]
[ That heart leaps into his throat and chokes him back to consciousness at the sound of a door slamming open and he flips over with an almost cat-like maneuver that leaves his entire body screaming in protest of the engagement of a single muscle, let alone... all of them. ]
What the fffhh— [ he deflates mid-outburst, mostly the pain, but also the complete consternation at the sight of Shaky McStutterton of all people swaggling into the room and fucking crooning like a Disney villainess. Not a single brain cell is processing any frame of this scene, but gut instinct grabs a hold of those scissors and has him shoving himself bolt upright. The same scissors kept strapped to the side of her thigh like a fucking assassin's garter dagger. Does he need help? ]
E for just End it, Jill
[ That heart leaps into his throat and chokes him back to consciousness at the sound of a door slamming open and he flips over with an almost cat-like maneuver that leaves his entire body screaming in protest of the engagement of a single muscle, let alone... all of them. ]
What the fffhh— [ he deflates mid-outburst, mostly the pain, but also the complete consternation at the sight of Shaky McStutterton of all people swaggling into the room and fucking crooning like a Disney villainess. Not a single brain cell is processing any frame of this scene, but gut instinct grabs a hold of those scissors and has him shoving himself bolt upright. The same scissors kept strapped to the side of her thigh like a fucking assassin's garter dagger. Does he need help? ]
[ No, he had it right the first time. ]
Toko, what the fuck—