[He nods dazedly as they move away from the tentacles. Naturally, his feet want to move faster, now that the shock has started to wear off and adrenaline is making him jittery with nowhere to go.
He makes an effort to compose himself, attempting to slow his shallow, rapid breaths.]
It's alright with me.
[He thinks. How strange, to get used to being called something that isn't his name for the foreseeable future with no end in sight. Not nearly as strange as being called by his actual name, of course.
The cold seems to pierce him more, as they step away from the object of his fixated interest. He's aware of a gnawing in his stomach, a faltering of the kind of energy that some people can maintain through will alone, but not indefinitely.]
Coffee. I'd like some coffee.
[He can dump 400 calories of creamer and sugar in it, and that's basically a meal.]
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He makes an effort to compose himself, attempting to slow his shallow, rapid breaths.]
It's alright with me.
[He thinks. How strange, to get used to being called something that isn't his name for the foreseeable future with no end in sight. Not nearly as strange as being called by his actual name, of course.
The cold seems to pierce him more, as they step away from the object of his fixated interest. He's aware of a gnawing in his stomach, a faltering of the kind of energy that some people can maintain through will alone, but not indefinitely.]
Coffee. I'd like some coffee.
[He can dump 400 calories of creamer and sugar in it, and that's basically a meal.]