[he can feel the memories already clawing at his brain, the sound of rotten nails against splintered wood, the faint rattling of chain. the stench of rotten fruit and old, moist, dirt, stale air.]
- okay, yer right, airing this shit in a public place, even if it's my room in a public place is a bad idea. You got any better ones?
[he's asking legitimately, even though his "voice" is right on that razor's edge of sounding like a dick about it]
no subject
[he can feel the memories already clawing at his brain, the sound of rotten nails against splintered wood, the faint rattling of chain. the stench of rotten fruit and old, moist, dirt, stale air.]
- okay, yer right, airing this shit in a public place, even if it's my room in a public place is a bad idea. You got any better ones?
[he's asking legitimately, even though his "voice" is right on that razor's edge of sounding like a dick about it]