Tim takes the excuse to search the bedroom a little from where he's positively trapped on the edge of the bed. If he's not careful, he's going to zonk out in two-point-two minutes and he'll refuse to wake up and welcome himself back to the world of the living unless hell itself has frozen over. Oh, wait.
"You'll figure it out," he says, because it's plain as day (which is waning in its light every day and Tim's just sitting here dreaming about a nap-)
"You're in a church and some people here really love their Jesus in the mornings. You're going to sit through so many sermons. I think all of the Aurora gifts take some getting used to. Someone nearly burned down the Store with their new firebending. That... was actually kind of funny."
There were Mushrooms.
Anyway,
It's very uncomfortably warm now that he's inside and still with four-to-five hoodies wrapped around him, most of questionable fit. The thing is, about hoodies, ya can't just chuck them off. You gotta do that damned wiggle to peel them off. And Tim's not about that life.
(Bruce, he's tired, what's the matter if he bleeds all over the mattress-)
Tim ponders... whether or not he even answered B's question. Frankly? Man, he doesn't know. He's been running around with his head half cut off and it's rude as hell that this useless man is demanding answers from him that he should have himself.
Speaking of
Tim is weak, his bloodline is weak, he will not survive the winter-
but.
"I told you about Christmas Pig, right?"
Frankly he has no id
"He threw up a chainsaw for me. Real cool dude. We can get more firewood in one Aurora than four guys can get in three days."
What he means is,
that's a lot of care going into a leg that's to be abused into usefulness. So help him God.
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Tim takes the excuse to search the bedroom a little from where he's positively trapped on the edge of the bed. If he's not careful, he's going to zonk out in two-point-two minutes and he'll refuse to wake up and welcome himself back to the world of the living unless hell itself has frozen over. Oh, wait.
"You'll figure it out," he says, because it's plain as day (which is waning in its light every day and Tim's just sitting here dreaming about a nap-)
"You're in a church and some people here really love their Jesus in the mornings. You're going to sit through so many sermons. I think all of the Aurora gifts take some getting used to. Someone nearly burned down the Store with their new firebending. That... was actually kind of funny."
There were Mushrooms.
Anyway,
It's very uncomfortably warm now that he's inside and still with four-to-five hoodies wrapped around him, most of questionable fit. The thing is, about hoodies, ya can't just chuck them off. You gotta do that damned wiggle to peel them off. And Tim's not about that life.
(Bruce, he's tired, what's the matter if he bleeds all over the mattress-)
Tim ponders... whether or not he even answered B's question. Frankly? Man, he doesn't know. He's been running around with his head half cut off and it's rude as hell that this useless man is demanding answers from him that he should have himself.
Speaking of
Tim is weak, his bloodline is weak, he will not survive the winter-
but.
"I told you about Christmas Pig, right?"
Frankly he has no id
"He threw up a chainsaw for me. Real cool dude. We can get more firewood in one Aurora than four guys can get in three days."
What he means is,
that's a lot of care going into a leg that's to be abused into usefulness. So help him God.