[It definitely sounds a certain way. Like, a real certain way. Despite himself and all the dumb fucking shit he's just gone through, her voice -- with that accent -- makes him blush, turning his face away as he moves the cold bottom of the cream soda to a cheek instead.
Luckily it'll stay cold.
He's not thinking of anything. Other than -- nothing against her -- he wishes Kyrie was the one touching him, not her.
He'd spent the whole time in the pit slowly swallowing the idea he might never see her again. That she'll not know what happened to him. And if no one is around to protect her...]
Yeah. I feel it.
[He misses anything that feels like normalcy. A pat on the shoulder. Or a hand on his chest. Maybe that's the only reason he hasn't booked it out of here, because Nero's not exactly a touch-y guy. Julie breaks the thoughts as sharply as a pencil, snapping away the fantasy.
Fuck. He misses her.]
Sounds nice. Havin' a friend around. [That's all he really gets from it. He sets the soda aside, leaning up on his elbows to give her a look, brows furrowed.] They're like thorns or some shit, I guess. I got split like a fish from this monster stuck down here with us. We were trapping it. [He puts his head back down, exhausted just from the memory. The flickering power of his wings, just before they dissipated.] Someone had to be bait. [Do they even know what's goin' on down there? Out here?] They're force-feeding people some fucked up jell-o shots. Everyone who comes back out of it starts growin' shit. Bleeding from every orifice. Having a real good time.
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Luckily it'll stay cold.
He's not thinking of anything. Other than -- nothing against her -- he wishes Kyrie was the one touching him, not her.
He'd spent the whole time in the pit slowly swallowing the idea he might never see her again. That she'll not know what happened to him. And if no one is around to protect her...]
Yeah. I feel it.
[He misses anything that feels like normalcy. A pat on the shoulder. Or a hand on his chest. Maybe that's the only reason he hasn't booked it out of here, because Nero's not exactly a touch-y guy. Julie breaks the thoughts as sharply as a pencil, snapping away the fantasy.
Fuck. He misses her.]
Sounds nice. Havin' a friend around. [That's all he really gets from it. He sets the soda aside, leaning up on his elbows to give her a look, brows furrowed.] They're like thorns or some shit, I guess. I got split like a fish from this monster stuck down here with us. We were trapping it. [He puts his head back down, exhausted just from the memory. The flickering power of his wings, just before they dissipated.] Someone had to be bait. [Do they even know what's goin' on down there? Out here?] They're force-feeding people some fucked up jell-o shots. Everyone who comes back out of it starts growin' shit. Bleeding from every orifice. Having a real good time.