[it's okay. mike isn't equipped to deal with any of this. or maybe he is perfectly equipped and just can't get around this bend in reality (?) yet. he's giving this no thought at all as he responds. the flood of thoughts have been banished for a time, and now it's only a warm trickle instead of a hot faucet blast of no.
hours earlier he would not only have addressed a sword to his throat, he might have welcomed it if it would mean the end of all of ...this.
'this' has taken on a new life, a new meaning (isn't that him? that's something, right?) the ocean said ...no, not said because the ocean doesn't talk but whatever. the ocean had been deceivingly peaceful just before it coughed him up. and that was unfamiliar, too. it felt correct in a way he doesn't have the energy to rebel against right now.]
Are you the napkin gho---
---napkin guy?
[look. none of this makes sense. also: that could be a job. why couldn't it be a job? if someone had to hand out baskets with jars of things that produce sticky fingers, why couldn't someone hand out napkins? so he takes it with a strained expression that wasn't quite a smile, not yet, and it's better than wiping his hand on his only pair of pants.]
...thanks.
[he should say something. is that what purgatory is? small talk? funny - he used to be good that that, even if he didn't always like it.]
lmk if you want to move this thread :3
hours earlier he would not only have addressed a sword to his throat, he might have welcomed it if it would mean the end of all of ...this.
'this' has taken on a new life, a new meaning (isn't that him? that's something, right?) the ocean said ...no, not said because the ocean doesn't talk but whatever. the ocean had been deceivingly peaceful just before it coughed him up. and that was unfamiliar, too. it felt correct in a way he doesn't have the energy to rebel against right now.]
Are you the napkin gho---
---napkin guy?
[look. none of this makes sense. also: that could be a job. why couldn't it be a job? if someone had to hand out baskets with jars of things that produce sticky fingers, why couldn't someone hand out napkins? so he takes it with a strained expression that wasn't quite a smile, not yet, and it's better than wiping his hand on his only pair of pants.]
...thanks.
[he should say something. is that what purgatory is? small talk? funny - he used to be good that that, even if he didn't always like it.]
You stuck here, too?