[Thirty seems an eternity away, at this point. He's young, he's got a life before him, but it certainly feels at times that he doesn't. He's aimless, and without purpose. But, one can suppose that's better than the purpose he gave himself before.]
It ain't that secret. [At least, not in his mind. But sometimes he forgets if he mentions vital information to people, like... Nanu being his mentor. Maybe he told Jill that, maybe he didn't. He can't honestly remember. At least he's able to let out a laugh at her next bit, and it's not completely fake or put upon.]
It'd be a little unequal, don't you think? My nose is way bigger than yours, yo.
[But, as soon as he says that, as if on cue: he does feel something wet running down onto his upper lip, and bringing a hand to the spot—ah. That's blood. He doesn't react to it, beyond keeping his hand there, so that when Jill passes him (not quite reacting to her elbowing either) she might not see it. There was likely a delay in the blood flowing down, since his nose was already pretty inflamed from a prior hit to it.
Oh well.]
Yeah I—Yeah...
[It's all he says, letting her leave. He doesn't move from that spot right away, giving her time to possibly be out of the house, before he'll make his way to the bathroom to look at the number she—no, he did on his nose. It's... it's certainly bleeding, and quite a bit. But that's fine, he'll just spend the next ten minutes or so holding goddamn toilet paper to his face, putting the toilet seat lid down so he can sit on it. He doesn't need to get blood everywhere, so this is where he'll be till his stupid nose stops bleeding like a stuck tepig.
This is what he deserves after all that, anyways.]
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golisolation) wrote2010-07-17 11:01 am
no wonder ur such a TOOT!
It ain't that secret. [At least, not in his mind. But sometimes he forgets if he mentions vital information to people, like... Nanu being his mentor. Maybe he told Jill that, maybe he didn't. He can't honestly remember. At least he's able to let out a laugh at her next bit, and it's not completely fake or put upon.]
It'd be a little unequal, don't you think? My nose is way bigger than yours, yo.
[But, as soon as he says that, as if on cue: he does feel something wet running down onto his upper lip, and bringing a hand to the spot—ah. That's blood. He doesn't react to it, beyond keeping his hand there, so that when Jill passes him (not quite reacting to her elbowing either) she might not see it. There was likely a delay in the blood flowing down, since his nose was already pretty inflamed from a prior hit to it.
Oh well.]
Yeah I—Yeah...
[It's all he says, letting her leave. He doesn't move from that spot right away, giving her time to possibly be out of the house, before he'll make his way to the bathroom to look at the number she—no, he did on his nose. It's... it's certainly bleeding, and quite a bit. But that's fine, he'll just spend the next ten minutes or so holding goddamn toilet paper to his face, putting the toilet seat lid down so he can sit on it. He doesn't need to get blood everywhere, so this is where he'll be till his stupid nose stops bleeding like a stuck tepig.
This is what he deserves after all that, anyways.]