Why don't you hold on the night-out offers until anything at all sounds remotely palatable. [ Zexion laughs weakly, rustling his hospital gown and the sheets in efforts to cover himself up a little more.
Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.
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Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 11:31 pm (UTC)Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.