[Someone help Cloud. Someone help Cloud and Jason, but especially Cloud.]
I hate to give you the satisfaction, but I agree.
[He's more of a bookworm than a fine art kind of person. He doesn't mind the art--this kind of art he minds--but he'd walk into the book store before an art gallery.
He thinks to make another typical complaint about how long they have been in here, but right before he does... they are just not in there anymore. It's like it happens while he's blinking. Suddenly they're in the gallery, then suddenly they are back out in the hallway. And he kind of jostles to attention at the change.]
[ no one can help cloud because remake part 2 will never come out.
but yeah mood on being startled. cloud looks around the hallway a little wide-eyed, like he expects another portrait to pop up and go NYEH!!! loudly. ]
... Guess that was the grand finale. [ he blinks slowly and frowns, annoyed ] We're 0 for 3 on getting anything out of these rooms so far.
[GODDDDDD. He reaches up to rub the sockets of his eyes and the bridge of his nose with his fingers. LOOK. Look.]
Yeah, except airing out all our emotional baggage. I get it.
[He's so stubborn, though. He's so convinced there might be something, and he hates having this annoying little trait from Bruce. There could be something in, like, a single room! They won't know until they have searched them! But going through the last door showed him the rooms sort of roulette. They might not even ever get the right door.]
Fuck it. Enough. I'm done for now. [He points at Cloud.] Shut up, don't say anything.
Yeah, I feel like a wrung-out, sweaty jock towel from the local over-crowded city gym.
[He could have chose literally any other better description.]
I've already took the aspirin, and there's no Xanax, [he says this like he actually tries to do anything about his mental health in the first place] so I guess I'm going to lie down in my room in the dark and hope the ground consumes me.
I was gonna take five and get lunch until I heard that metaphor.
[ wry. ]
Not at the ground consuming me part of the day yet, though, so I guess I'm better off than you. I wanna look to see if anything else new opened up. Hopefully one where there's less people.
[He is proud to make Cloud lose his appetite. Welcome.]
The freaky garden with the butterflies in it. Don’t go in there.
[He wants to say don’t go with someone else especially, but not going with anyone means potentially being trapped in there with wild feelings and no one to snap you out of it.]
[I did not forget, but only because I love being extra mean to Jason Todd who deserves it.
He kind of grunts in acknowledgement, curling both hands into the pockets of his jacket. He turns away, walking to his great decompression hopefully.] Good luck with your suitemate. You'll need it. [HE HAS TO HAVE ONE LAST BARB TO THROW, OKAY.
He flicks a hand out of the pocket and over his shoulder in a wave without glancing back.]
[ cloud looks at the camera like he's on the office because he agrees but for very different reasons. Anna ended the thread nicely I just needed to point this out ]
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I hate to give you the satisfaction, but I agree.
[He's more of a bookworm than a fine art kind of person. He doesn't mind the art--this kind of art he minds--but he'd walk into the book store before an art gallery.
He thinks to make another typical complaint about how long they have been in here, but right before he does... they are just not in there anymore. It's like it happens while he's blinking. Suddenly they're in the gallery, then suddenly they are back out in the hallway. And he kind of jostles to attention at the change.]
Christ.
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but yeah mood on being startled. cloud looks around the hallway a little wide-eyed, like he expects another portrait to pop up and go NYEH!!! loudly. ]
... Guess that was the grand finale. [ he blinks slowly and frowns, annoyed ] We're 0 for 3 on getting anything out of these rooms so far.
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Yeah, except airing out all our emotional baggage. I get it.
[He's so stubborn, though. He's so convinced there might be something, and he hates having this annoying little trait from Bruce. There could be something in, like, a single room! They won't know until they have searched them! But going through the last door showed him the rooms sort of roulette. They might not even ever get the right door.]
Fuck it. Enough. I'm done for now. [He points at Cloud.] Shut up, don't say anything.
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[ but as much as he raises his hand and as an almost mocking tone for a second, he does relent; ]
If you weren't calling it quits, I might've. Think we've both overshared enough for one day.
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[He could have chose literally any other better description.]
I've already took the aspirin, and there's no Xanax, [he says this like he actually tries to do anything about his mental health in the first place] so I guess I'm going to lie down in my room in the dark and hope the ground consumes me.
What're you going to do?
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[ wry. ]
Not at the ground consuming me part of the day yet, though, so I guess I'm better off than you. I wanna look to see if anything else new opened up. Hopefully one where there's less people.
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The freaky garden with the butterflies in it. Don’t go in there.
[He wants to say don’t go with someone else especially, but not going with anyone means potentially being trapped in there with wild feelings and no one to snap you out of it.]
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That bad?
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Yeah. And not, like, trauma on display fun time. Like messing with your emotions without your consent hell time.
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[Just realized you might have already been and Cloud was like wtf and I now through a wrench in that consistency but it’s fine. RP!!!!]
The black ones.
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Alright. Makes sense. Stay away from evil butterflies. [ ... ] Thanks for the heads up.
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He kind of grunts in acknowledgement, curling both hands into the pockets of his jacket. He turns away, walking to his great decompression hopefully.] Good luck with your suitemate. You'll need it. [HE HAS TO HAVE ONE LAST BARB TO THROW, OKAY.
He flicks a hand out of the pocket and over his shoulder in a wave without glancing back.]
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